Fair warning guys... This is basically gonna be the same dialogue as the last part, just slight differences.

"If it's the same thing, then why are you writing it?"

BECAUSE SPENCER DESERVES LOVE, DAMNIT
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Spencer instantly ran to the mirror, his eyes wide with fear as he pressed his hands to the glass. His counterpart did the same, her eyes more so anxious, less so fearful when compared to Spencer's. This time, he could not feel her warm flesh under his hands, but cold, merciless glass. Tears collected in his eyes out of pure terror. She did the same. He could see England on the other side of the mirror as she approached, her eyes looking straight through to Spencer. Her lips were moving; she was trying to say something. Spencer guessed the words leaving her mouth were the same words leaving the blonde's next to him.

"Shelby, please, stay calm. I just have to remember how to fix this; I can fix it. I swear I will." He said in his accented tongue, pressing a shaking hand to the glass. Rose did the same. Spencer reached for it, but couldn't feel her gloved hand.

"Please don't leave me here." Spencer cried, his mind whirling extremely fast; images of his mother, father, brothers, Amelia, and his school work flying through his head. "Please."

"I won't. I promise." The man next to him stated, his words perfectly matching Rose's lip movements. Spencer realized with alarm that the imagine was fading. He was beginning to see his own reflection replace Rose's face. He watched her eyes widened in alarm, and the man next to him shouted, "Shelby!" Spencer had no doubt England had done the same with his name as the mirror seemed to lose its magic ability and fade to a plain mirror, nothing extraordinary about it.

Spencer stared at his reflection, instantly wiping the tears from his face, which had formed there. The room was silent, save for his breathing, as well as the blonde's next to him.

Finally, he spoke.

"I am... So terribly sorry." He stated, turning to Spencer. He followed in suit. "This must be... Terrifying for you." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, before extending his hand out. "I'm Arthur Kirkland. The state of England, as well as the collective representative of the United Kingdom."

Spencer took it slowly. "Spencer Ferrell. U.S. state of Michigan."

He nodded, his bright green eyes looking the American up and down slowly. "You look very much like Shelby. The nose, the hair, the eyes... Right down to the skin tone."

Spencer blinked. "I wish I could say you looked Rose, but the lack of glasses makes you look quite different."

At that, a slight smile graced his features. "Well, Mister Michigan, I promise I will find a way to get you back into your... Dimension, I suppose is the proper word. I haven't observed the mirror in full for a long time, but I know I have books here somewhere on my notes and findings... Only God knows how long that will-"

"ARTHUR? ARTHUR WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?" A deep voice called out loudly, the accent similar to Arthur's, but rougher, thicker. He recognized it's type from the stereotypes he had heard from TV shows, as well as from a certain individual who he held a great grudge for- Australian.

"Jett, please." A second, much softer voice admonished.

"Jett, please." A third, female voice mocked.

Arthur's face seemed to pale in realization. "Oh, no."

"What?" Spencer whispered, holding his stomach as it did nervous flips.

"I forgot I had decided in play host today and have my family over." Arthur admitted, scrunching his nose up in irritation. "Those are my younger siblings, Jett and Cooper, and it sounds like their insufferable friend, Dreamz, has deemed it necessary to tag along."

"Dreamz?" Spencer echoed, trying to decipher the names and figure out who they were supposed to be. Was she... Dennis?

The door flew open, and three figures stepped into the room. "Hello, Arthur." One man, a blonde with soft green eyes, spoke with a faint smile. Behind him was a much taller, tanned male with darker green eyes and messy brown hair, two longer cow licks sticking up from his head, a bandaid crossing the bridge of his nose. At his side was a shorter girl with paler skin and bluish-green eyes, and wavy brunette hair that shined with a reddish tint. All of their faces, however, fell dumbfounded at the sight of Spencer.

"... Arthur... Did you turn Shelby into a bloke?" The tanned male questioned, a smile breaking onto his face.

"Dude, Shelby, do you have a penis?" Dreamz laughed. "Can I see it? Is it real?"

Spencer instantly went rigid, placing his hands over his vital regions and stepping behind Arthur slightly.

Arthur was glaring daggers. "Stop that this instant, you git. This is not Shelby. His name is Spencer, and he was accidentally brought here through that mirror," Arthur pointed to the portal, "where Shelby disappeared into."

The blonde, who Spencer would have to assume is the male version of New Zealand, blinked, looking at Spencer, while Dreamz's face flushed slightly at the realization that she had just asked an actual boy, not her transformed friend, if she could see his penis. "Well... Can we get Shelby back?"

"We should be able to, Cooper. Could you possibly assist me in searching for my notes on the mirror?" Arthur inquired.

"Of course." He nodded.

"Jett, could you please escort Spencer here into the living room and please... For the love of God, behave." Arthur stated.

"Yes, my lord." Jett stated in a mocking tone, before gesturing to Spencer to come with them. "Come on, Shel- er, Spencer. We'll take care of ya."

With that, the Aussie pair guided the distraught American into the living room, who made sure to keep Jett between himself and Dreamz, who's apology he ignored. Soon, he was seated on a comfy couch in the living room, and tried to force himself to relax.

"So," Jett began, "what's my female-self's name?"

"Kylie." Spencer stated simply.

"What? Not Jenny? Kylie, like, as in that Jenner chick?"

"Huh?"

"Nevermind." Jett remembered that to Spencer, there was no Kylie Jenner. Instead of continuing that conversation, he fired off the next question. "Do you hate me? Or, well, Kylie? And female-Cooper? Do you not like us?"

"Nope." Dreamz chuckled slightly at how bluntly Spencer said it.

"Was it the spider?"

"It was the spider."

"Nice. Kylie has good taste." Jett mused.

Spencer rolled his eyes. "I hate Oceania." He grumbled.

"What about me?" Dreamz inquired. "Are you and my male-self good friends?"

"We're the ultimate brotp."

"Nice. Me and Shelby are pretty tight too." Dreamz stated.

"Poor Shelby." Spencer muttered to himself.

"OKAY I CAN HEAR YOU SO FUCK YOU MATE!"

Spencer looked to Jett, lifting a brow as he smirked. "Jett, did you hear anything? Like an angry...squeaking British mouse?"

Jett burst out laughing, exclaiming how he liked male Shelby a lot more, while Dreamz crossed her arms and muttered something about how she most certainly did not sound like Arthur.

A few moments after silence settled over the group, the door swung open, and a pair stepped into the not-so humble abode.

Instantly, he recognized that the man was the male version of Canada, what with the maple leaf adorn sweater and gentle violet eyes behind red glasses. He had wavy blonde hair with a singular, long curl at the part, and he clutched his polar bear in his arms. At his side was a fairly tall girl with curly brown, long hair and multicolored brown eyes. Freckles danced across her pale face, and dark circles caressed the underneath of her eyes, which fell, along with Canada's, on him.

Jett jumped up in greeting. "Matthew! Hope! It's been too long, mates!" He smiled.

Matthew returned the greeting with an awkward smile. "Hello Jett. Dreamz." He nodded to each individual, before his violet gaze landed back on Spencer, who squirmed nervously at the attention. "Who's this?"

"I'm getting a weird vibe." Hope muttered. "Like, I know him, but I've never seen him in my life."

"This is Spencer. He's like, the male version of Shelby. He came through a mirror in England's room. I think we lost Shelby on the other side." Jett explained.

Hope's eyes lit up. "He's from the mirror?" She questioned eagerly, before turning and walking towards Spencer. "Hey bud, I'm Hope Neufeld." Spencer laughed internally. Of course Hayden's female counterpart would still manage to be tall, even as a girl. "Sorry to bother you, but I need to know, what's my male version's name? Please don't tell me it's Harold or something cringe-worthy."

"Uhh, it's Hayden." Spencer answered.

Hope relaxed visibly, as if a weight had just been lifted of her shoulders. "Thank the moose."

"What about me, eh? What's my female counterpart's name?" Mattie asked curiously.

"Madeline."

"AAYYYYYYYY, get it? Mattie, Maddie." Jett laughed. "They sound similar."

"Thank you Dr. Obvious." Dreamz stated.

"How'd you get through the mirror, if you don't mind me asking?" Hope questioned. "I got to see Hayden in the mirror a while back... But I never went through."

"I saw the mirror, and I had my hand on the glass... It was almost as if I was touching her hand..." He examined said hand as he referred to Shelby. "Rose- er, my England- came over to try and tell me to be careful, tripped, and knocked into me... All of a sudden, I was here. And the image in the mirror faded."

"That's bonkers, mate." Jett whispered, staring at Spencer with wide eyes.

"Yeah, that sounds intense." Hope concurred. "Hopefully Arthur can get everything sorted out before-"

"HEY YOU GUYS!" A booming male voice shouted outside.

Matthew paled slightly. "Oh god he's here."

"Who?" Spencer pressed, but didn't have to wait long before the door swung open.

A fair skinned man in an America flag tank top under a jean jacket stepped inside, wearing blue jeans and plain white tennis shoes. A single cowlick stuck out at the part of his golden blonde, slightly shaggy hair. He had sparkling blue eyes and dazzling smile.

"Sorry I'm late, dudes! Me and Tony were smashing on some pre-dinner burgers." He explained to the group as he waltzed inside. "Where's Shelbs, by the way? She hasn't been answering my texts."

The room was so stiffly quiet, Spencer felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"Dudes, can we quit acting like someone freaking died and answer my question?" The blonde pressed.

Jett pointed at Spencer. "That is Shelby."

The blonde's blue eyes locked with Spencer's, and instantly, the brunette was being grabbed and prodded.

"Shelby, dude! You're a real dude now! Your hair, your face, your butt- they're all different!" Spencer yelped and tried to escape his examiner. "And you have a- you know, package! Wow I wonder how big-" Spencer had his hands ready in some sort of karate-chop stance to defend himself, but the blonde was interrupted.

"No, Alfred." Hope pushed herself between the two. "That's not what Jett meant. This isn't actually Shelby, this is her male counterpart from some sort of parallel dimension. His name is Spencer, and he has no idea who you are, so you should probably get all up on him like you're dating."

"Please." Spencer whispered.

"Well, if he's dating the female version of me, and the female version of me is basically the same as me, then he technically is dating me, which makes us both homos." Spencer physically choked on the air behind Hope.

"I need to go." He stated in a shaky voice.

"I'll take him outside for some air." Matthew offered, and soon, Spencer was sitting on the porch next to Canada, watching the rain patter on the cement. Luckily, the house blocked most of the moisture from hitting the pair and soaking them.

"Stressed?" Matthew asked when it seemed Spencer's face had regained color and he was relatively complacent.

"A bit. It's like... Everything is similar and familiar, but... It's just not the people it should be." Spencer explained. "Jett isn't Kylie, Dreamz isn't Dennis, you're not Madeline, Hope's not Hayden, and Alfred is not Amelia. It almost... Unsettling."

Mattie listened intently to the brunette, nodding once he finished. "I'm sure it'll work out. England, he won't stop until he gets you and Shelby back where you belong." Spencer nodded. "If it makes you feel any better, Shelby is probably going through the exact same thing."

Spencer stared back out at the rain.

Poor, innocent Shelby.