"Damn it, America! I am not hallucinating!" England, stomping down the stairs. "Flying Mint Bunny is real!"

"Wait! Dude! Where're going?" America asked, running down the stairs after England to find himself putting on his boots and shoving himself into his long coat.

"This is the last time you insult my magical companions! If you don't believe they exist, then fine! Just leave my friends out of it!" England got up and walked out of America's house, slamming the door behind him, leaving an empty silence.

America sighed a few moments later and flopped himself down on the couch. Unknowingly, Flying Mint Bunny flew around America's head a few times before landing on his shoulder.

America looked up. He picked Flying Mint Bunny up, placed him on his lap and began stroking Flying Mint Bunny's silky ears. "I know he's real, England, I know."

... Well. This is a thing that happened. How this little child was born, I have no idea. Don't judge me, please.