America
Fuck yeah

Baby Tooth frowned at what the last anon had implied. What kind of trouble did it think she was in?
Her heart sped up as she ran through possibilities; being shunned by the Guardians for her son, for being with Pitch or for some sort of imagined betrayal.
But what if sneaking around and shirking her duties really was a betrayal. Clutching her head, she tried to calm herself.
What if they tried to take her son away? To use as a bargaining chip against Pitch. What if she couldn’t carry to term? What if the Nightmare King returned…
She sunk to the floor and put her head between her knees. Oh tsars tooth, what would become of her?