Credit to hope_forever_18 for this idea. It was sehr clever. I've been wanting to write this part while now... But I never got around to it cause I'm super lazy.

Enjoy?
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Shelby walked stiffly next to England as he led her down the hall of his home, which was anything but humble. It sorta surprised Shelby that the country chose to live in a larger house all by himself. Then again, Shelby thought to herself slyly, France must be over here every-so-often to keep him company.

"Miss Michigan? What are you smiling about?" Arthur inquired next to her, lifting a thick brow as he glanced over.

Shelby blinked, straightening her face and looking to the ground. "Nothing. Sorry." She apologized instantly.

His eyes narrowed. Shelby was a lot different than the other provinces he had interacted with. She was much more respectful than bloody New South Wales, but she looked very uncomfortable around him, much unlike Manitoba and Saskatchewan, who seemed a lot more comfortable around the country. San Marino... She just didn't seem to care either way.

"You don't have to apologize for smiling. I was only curious." Arthur stated as they rounded the corner. In his hand, he carried a box full of old china (no, not Yào) that had been cluttering his cabinets. Shelby had offered to help him, on account that America wasn't around a lot due to the elections coming up, and Michigan didn't want to sit around and watch the election run its course.

"It makes me sick to my stomach." She had explained to England earlier when he had picked her up. "It's like choosing between drinking bleach or gasoline. You have to decide which one's better."

"I know, it's just instinct. My bad." She recovered, shifting the box of dusty pots and pans in her arms. England pushed up the door to his storage room, allowing Shelby to walk in, before he slipped inside.

"You can really just set it anywhere you wish. Eventually I'll have Francis come over and help me sort through what I should keep and not." Again, he swore he saw Shelby suppress another smile.

Shelby wandered over to one wall of the room, setting the box down next to a tall object covered in a white sheet. She glanced at it curiously, before looking back at Arthur, who seemed preoccupied with carefully tiptoeing around his other boxes, and turned back to it. She carefully grabbed the white sheet and tossed it up over the top to get a full view of the object.

She was met  by what, at first, seemed to be a mirror, but she blinked when she realized that she wasn't staring at her reflection, but another person. He stared back with the same surprised, grey-blue eyes. He had unruly, dark brown hair and a sharp Slavic nose, which was only lightly freckled. He was slightly taller than Shelby by about 4 inches, although he seemed just as muscular and pudgy. Shelby blinked, and she swore he blinked at the same time.

"Ah, I see you've discovered my mirror." England said from across the room. "Curious, isn't it?"

"He looks... A lot like me." Shelby stated, and the boy's lips moved in the same orientation. She reached forward, and he did the same at the exact same time. They both pressed their hands on the glass, which seemed to almost ripple slightly. The material was warm... And strangely soft. Both their eyes widened as they realized that they weren't touching glass, but skin.

"Michigan, please be careful." Arthur warned, attempting to make his way over as quickly as possible. "I haven't been able to fully explore it's properties yet."

"I'm... Touching him."  She stated, leaning forward slightly. He did so as well. Behind him, Shelby could see a girl with blonde pigtails and stark green eyes hidden behind thin spectacles trying to rush up to the boy. "Is this, like, a parallel universe or something?"

The next event happened so fast, Shelby barely had time to comprehend it. She saw the girl behind the boy trip over a nearby box, and she herself could hear the violent shift of a box behind her, telling the brunette that Arthur had tripped as well. His body rammed into Shelby's back, sending her flying forward into the glass.

But she never collided with the glass. Instead, she tripped over someone else, and fell into a pile of boxes.

She groaned, attempting to stand up and sending more boxes crashing to the ground.

"Bloody hell." An accented female voice cursed, and Shelby glanced up through eyes narrowed with pain. It was the girl who had been behind her counterpart. She could see the blonde was wearing a ruffled blue dress, as well as high knee boots. The girl looked over behind her at Shelby, and her eyes widened. "You're not Spencer." She whispered hoarsely.

"Spencer?" Shelby questioned, raising her brow slightly. She looked to the mirror, and realized it was leaning on the opposite wall now. On the other side, she could see Arthur kneeling on the ground, looking behind him at the same boy that Shelby had just been looking at a second ago.

Then, the dots connected.

"Oh no." She whispered. "America is gonna kill me."