Russia and America's relationship was pretty strained come the end of the Cold War. It became a "you-don't-bother-me-and-I-don't-bother-you" sort of thing. The other countries learned to not bring the war up as a topic of conversation. At mentioning it, america would lose his playful demeanor and harsh "kolkolkol"s could be heard from Russia.
Everything, however, was about to change. France decided to get England hopelessly drunk in hope to have some...alone time...with the Brit. But, as usual, his efforts were in vain. England ended up locking himself in his potions room. Of course, Flying Mint Bunny accompanied him.
"What are you doing, Britain?" the "imaginary" creature asked.
The alcohol England had consumed was addling his brain. "Russia and America have been in an awful fight lately. I must do something to stop it." He was searching through his books and found the perfect one. He scanned the spells (which all worked, thanks very much) and found a certain one that looked just right. It was more of a curse, really, but it would do.
Flying Mint Bunny slowly moved away from England as he began his chant. There was a sudden flash of blinding light and England was thrown back into the wall. He slumped to the ground, out cold.
France burst through the door, smashing it. He stopped once he saw England on the floor. He looked up to the book on the pedestal in the center of the room.
It was smoking.