Shelby: So... We have evil twins.

Hope: Yeah, I guess all the countries have them.

Dreamz: And so all mortals do too? Or do we just have really shitty luck?

Shelby: Probs just shitty luck.

As Shelby was texting Dreamz and Hope, when a knock sounded at the door. She groaned obnoxiously, and instead of getting up, she simply just rolled off the couch and crawled towards the door. She stood and unlocked the door, opening it to reveal a certain blonde country that shouldn't really know that she even exists.

"Ahh, we meet again, Michigan." France offered a charismatic smile. "Why is it that you and I always seem to cross paths when I visit America?"

"Probably because I'm almost always here." Shelby muttered awkwardly, "Well, Alfred is here, but he's still sleeping. I can wake him up if you want."

"Ahh, nonsense, let him sleep. I do not mind waiting." France exclaimed, before pausing, his lip twitching in a slight frown. "Um, that is, of course, if you do not mind."

"Uh, come on in, I guess." Shelby stated, stepping aside to let the country in.

"Merci." He said as he stepped in, walking into the living room and taking a seat on the couch. "So, you're here often, I presume?"

"Oh, yeah. Pretty much everyday. Alfred and I are almost never apart." She almost laughed. "You'd think we would get sick of one another, but-"

"Non, it is romantic. And you are not official, correct?" France continued.

"Yes, that it correct." Shelby stated awkwardly.

After that, the room fell silent. Shelby stared up at the ceiling, praying to God that Alfred didn't sleep in until noon like he usually did, while France stared at Shelby, twirling his finger absentmindedly through his hair.

"Can I help you?" She asked as kindly as she could manage, not taking her eyes away from the ceiling.

"I just feel as though we should acknowledge the elephant in the room, Miss Michigan." Francis stated. "I know when we first met, we did not quite get along. And I know that the last time we encountered each other, we accidentally kissed. But I really think that we should start over, a clean slate, yes?"

Shelby broke her gaze from the ceiling, glancing at him in surprise. "Um... Really?"

"Of course!" France exclaimed. He got up, shuffling over to Shelby's couch and sitting down next her. "After all, you were once a part of Canada, which makes you like my own sister."

"I'm not sure that's how that works." The brunette whispered.

"Here, let us start from the beginning." He took Shelby's hand, kissing her knuckles like he had when they first met. "I am Francis Bonnefoy, or France. You are?"

Shelby rolled her eyes, although a small smile played on her lips. "I'm Shelby Ferrell, or Michigan."

"See? Now everything is like water under a bridge! We should celebrate with some wine or champagne-"

"I'm only 17." Shelby cut in.

"Ahh, yes, you are physically 17, but you're probably older than America, no? I think you are allowed to have a drink." France laughed. Shelby felt her heart being to race. What was she supposed to say? 'Hey France, sorry, I really am only 17 because I'm a mortal.'

Yeah, that would not go over well.

"Here, I should have a bottle or two of wine in my car." The country stated, getting up and heading towards the door.

"Who keeps wine in their car?" Shelby inquired.

"Someone who has standards, mon amie. I only drink the finest wine, so I keep some on me in case the need arises." He explained, before leaving to his vehicle.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit." Shelby cursed, taking off towards Alfred's room. She didn't quite know what America was gonna tell France, but she really did not want to underage drink. She had once a long time ago, and it was something NO ONE should witness. "Alfie! Alfred, wake up!" She urged, shaking his shoulder gently. "Please, please, please wake up. Francis is here, and-"

Alfred turned in his bed, letting out a frustrated groan. "5 more minutes, Britain, please..."

"Alfred, this is an emergency, please-"

"Shush, I'm trying to scare Shelbs. This'll be great." He muttered, obviously still either in a dream or delusional.

"Alfie, seriously-"

"Shelby, I have returned with the wine. It is Chardonnay, some of my finest, I may add." Francis called from the living room.

"Eff you, Alfred." She growled, before she begrudgingly returned to the living room, where France had already procured two glasses and was filling them only about one-third of the way.

"This is where you'll get your first taste of true French culture, my friend." He handed her a glass, and clanked his against her's. "Cheers!"

"Cheers." She breathed nervously. France took a sip of his wine, eyeing Shelby as he awaited the teen's reaction to his Chardonnay.

Shelby hand shook as she lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip.

~~ Roughly 45 minutes later ~~

Alfred sat up in his bed, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes before he grabbed his glasses and placed him on his face. He vaguely remembered Shelby trying to wake him up, but couldn't remember why she had tried to do so. Begrudgingly, he pushed himself off the bed and walked out into the living room. "Hey, Shelbs, dude, did you want me?"

"Ohhhhh, look who it is." Shelby almost sang, flashing a playful smile as she swished her wine in her glass. "Fancy seeing you here. I had no idea someone of your status hung out in such a modest place." She rambled happily, before taking another drink from the glass.

"Shelby, is that... Alcohol?" Alfred's eyes widened, before he spotted Francis on the other couch. "Dude, you gave her alcohol?!"

"Yes, we broke the Chardonnay to celebrate our new friendship. And I must say, she is very entertaining to watch when she is drunk. She holds her liquor about as well as Arthur." Francis explained. "Although I wasn't expecting her to become drunk this quickly... It's like she has the metabolism of a mortal."

Alfred let out an awkward, forced laugh. "That's probably cause she hasn't had a drink since 1875, dude. She's a little rusty."

"Hey, if you wanna talk about me, blondie, you can say it to my face." She growled, before a fit of laughter seemed to seize her diaphragm. "You know, Alfie, I think I should drink more often. This stuff is really good."

"No, you won't be drinking more often, dude. It's not good for you- in fact, give me the wine." Alfred said, walking over to her.

"Ummmm, no, you're not my mother, blondie. You're not my boss!" Shelby exclaimed, shielding the cup from Alfred's hand. When he made another attempt to grab at it, she decided a plausible solution would be to chug the wine.

"Shelby! You can't- what is wrong with you?" Alfred yelled, snatching the now empty cup.

"You think there's something wrong with me?" She whispered, looking up at America with a hurt expression. "I... I thought you loved me!"

"No, dude, I do love you, but-"

"No, Alfred, there are no buts here! You either love me, Polish and all, or I walk!" She screamed, trying to throw a punch at America, but he caught her wrist. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST LET ME LIVE, DAMNIT!"

France was laughing over on his couch as he watched this whole fiasco play out before his eyes. "I'm very sorry, America. If I knew how much like England Michigan was, I would never brought out the wine."

Alfred shot his older brother a fierce glare as Shelby started sobbing, burying her face into Alfred bare chest. "Yeah, not a wise move, Frenchy."

Francis stood, brushing off his uniform and grabbing the bottle of Chardonnay. "Well, I was here to discuss what we should do about danger of Zika at the Olympic Game, but it seems as though you have your hands full here. I'll return tomorrow, when Shelby has sobered out. Au Revoir!"

When his brother was gone, Alfred looked down at Shelby, who had switched from crying into his chest to just repeatedly slamming her head into him. "Shelbs, what were you even thinking?" You know you're underage." He muttered frustration.

"I blame the communists."

"France gave you the wine."

Shelby looked up at America in shock. "THE FRENCH ARE COMMUNISTS?!"

Translations:

- French: Merci
English: Thanks

- French: Non
English: No

- French: Mon amie
English: My friend

- French: Au Revoir
English: Good bye