"AMERICA!" Shelby screamed, stumbling into the living room, Apollo bounding excitedly at her heels. She was so happy, she didn't even make an effort to address Alfred by his human name, like she usually did. "AMERICA AMERICA AMERICA!" She was practically jumping up and down now.

"Shelby, dude, your ankle!" Alfred admonished, walking over and grabbing her shoulders, forcing her to be still. "It's not gonna heal if you can running around on it, babe."

"Screw my ankle, PRUSSEAMZ IS CANON!" She screamed, practically in tears as she grabbed his face. "PRUSSIA AND DREAMZ ARE A THING, DUDE!"

Alfred blinked. "Really? I thought she was married to Cooper and crap?"

"YEAH THOSE NEW DREAMLAND SHIPPERS SURE SUCKED IT!" Shelby laughed, bouncing again. "FIRST, DREAMANY TRIED TO OUT US. THEN DREAMALIA AND NEW DREAMLAND ROSE, BUT PRUSSEAMZ PREVAILED! THERE COULD ONLY BE ONE, AND IT WAS TEAM PRUSSEAMZ!"

"Dude you need chill or your gonna sprain it again."

"LET ME LIVE, DAMNIT!"