So, I know I literally just did a bad dream Drabble, but I got the idea for this after watching some sad Undertale videos. So yeah, get off my back.
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"You thought you could get away with nonsense? Mortal girls prancing around, pretending to be states, provinces, and even small countries. Honestly, how daft do you think I am? I'm the United bloody Kingdom. You can't hide anything from me. I am like the all seeing eye of the globe. You're games can't stay hidden from me." The blonde country ranted as he slowly shuffled down the line of girls that were seated in splintered, rotting wooden chair, ropes tied around their stomach and their hands behind their backs. Shelby looked around, and recongized each of the girls faces. Farthest to the right was Thaovy, her dark eyes trained on the ground, her lips pulled in a deep frown as she put on her best front to appear calm and collected. Next to her was Samantha, who's eyes warily followed Britain, only to advert her gaze if his stark green eyes happened to land on her.

Dreamz, who sat between Shelby and Sam, rolled her eyes. "You're not the bloody United Kingdom, mate. You're England. If Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland were here, that'd be a different story, nimrod, but-"

"Shut your God damn mouth, New South Wales. Oh wait, you're not a province, are you? You aren't even from New South Wales. You lived in Melbourne, wretch, a city in the province of Victoria, not New South Wales. And if my memory serves me right, you no longer live in Australia." England rambled, his gaze boring into the red-head. Usually, she would pop up into his face and yell back at him with the exact same vigor. However, the unsure look on her face revealed that she wasn't quite sure what the consequences would be if she did so now.

Jenna, who sat a few people away from Shelby, between Hope and Taylor, was the next to speak. "I mean, just because Dreamz doesn't live in her province doesn't mean she isn't New South Wa-"

"Ahh, Miss Texas, is it? I don't believe I've had the pleasure of formally meeting you, but research was simple. You, in fact, do originate from your acclaimed state, just outside Dallas if my research serves me. And it also just so happens, that Miss Thaovy here does as well. Which is interesting, since North Italy and Seborga seem to claim that she's the micronation of San Marino. Dreamz is actually an Australian, so yes, Jenna, it could be plausible that she is the province of New South Wales, although highly unlikely. But Thaovy?" He let out almost a cruel laugh, turning to the other Texan, who's eyes were now wide with horror. "She is most certainly not San Marino. And she is not the only one. Taylor is most definitely not the country of Malta. She is a native Canadian, for God's sake."

Shelby glanced in Taylor's direction. Her brown eyes were wide with fear, her tone much paler than usual, reflecting that of a sickly expression, although it was most likely from her nerves.

"Of course, you know as well as I do that this is unacceptable. Mortal girls simply cannot interact to this extent with countries. Annalise, you of all people should know the extensive damage it can cause when a country falls in love with a mortal." Britain snapped, glaring at the blonde Canadian. "And yet you were still immoral enough to lead France to bond with you as though you would be around forever. It's sickening, really." Tears fell down Annalise's cheeks.

"Okay, I think she gets it, Arthur." Hope defended her little sister. Usually, she was more softly spoken and not so aggressive. But it was not in the country's place to make Annalise cry.

"Oh, the great, respectable Manitoba. Of all the provinces and states I met, you were by far the least of my concern. And yet, here you are, a mortal girl who managed to seduce my younger brother with witchcraft that I can't even comprehend. Same with you, Samantha." The blonde turned to the younger girl, who started shaking slightly.

"Guangdong, you said? More like a small little girl from Hong Kong that managed to snag the attention of one of my younger brothers AND one of the oldest countries in the world. How does a manky prat such as yourself manage such an unspeakable endeavor?" Sammi's lip trembled slightly and she looked down, a few tears falling down her cheeks.

"Alright, that's enough." Shelby spoke, glaring up at the country. "You can't just sit here, insulting them. Some of them may be just provinces and states, but those are like puzzle pieces that make up the countries they belong to. They deserve a little more respect and a little less accusation."

"Excuse me, Shelby, but are you trying to tell me that these wankers are what they claim to be?" England challenged, his eyes narrowing.

"Are you trying to tell me they're not? Annalise and Hope are about as stereotypical Canadian as you get, Dreamz knows the history of her province inside and out. Jenna is about 200% Texan, and who cares if Malta and San Marino don't live in their countries? It's the 21st century, Arthur. They can do whatever they freaking want in this day and age. Not everyone is as uptight and old-fashioned as you are. And don't you dare ever, EVER call Guangdong a manky prat, you dick. She is one of the sweetest provinces I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, and she should be treated as such. Learn some damn manners." She spat.

England stared at her, his eyes still hard and unreadable. "So you're telling me that the seven of them are in fact the immortals they claim to be?"

"Yes, I would never lie to you." She promised, her voice steady.

"Never?" Britain echoed, before leaning down so he was face-to-face with the brunette. "So, please excuse me bluntness, Miss Ferrell, but I must know the truth. You speak for the others that they are who they claim to be, but you did not speak for yourself. So, I must know; are you the state of Michigan, as you have claimed to be?"

Shelby wasn't quite sure if the others could see the expression of horror on her face when she realized her mistake, but she could certainly feel it when her stomach dropped. She blinked, her mind screaming to tell her yes. Yes. Yes. She was Michigan, just as she had claimed before. Just like America promised. It was as simple as saying one three-lettered  word.

"No." She muttered. "No, I am not Michigan."

"Shelby-" Hope started, but Britain held up his hand to silence her.

"No, don't try and pity the mortal, Manitoba. She was very kind to help defend you and speak on your behalf, but she will still be punished for her immoral behavior of tempting a country as important to the global economy and well being as the United States." England explained, untying Shelby from her chair. "Unless, of course, you all would like to tell me that Shelby lied about being a mortal AND the fact that you are all the provinces and countries you claimed to be."

With that, the room fell silent. Shelby made an effort to make eye contact with every one of the girls, as if challenging them to tell Britain the truth, like their consequence would be her punching them in the face.

Finally, Taylor spoke. "We're sorry we kept her secret from you, Arthur. Shelby... Well, she grew on us."

Shelby felt her heart flutter in relief. Or fear. Most likely both.

"It is understandable, Malta, but I will be informing Romano of your insubordination." England stated, pulling Shelby up from her seat. "Come with me, Shelby." With that, the Brit turned, tugging Shelby along with him.

She looked back at her friends, and smiled at them. "It was nice while it lasted, guys." She whispered just loud enough for them to hear.

"Shelby? Shelby, wake up." A familiar voice grazed her ears, and her eyes fluttered open. She was met by the bright green eyes of Poland. He was leaning over Shelby, his blonde hair falling to the side of his face. "Are you okay?"

"Uhh, yeah." She muttered, sitting up and taking a deep breath, attempting to push her dream to the back of her mind. "Yeah, of course I am."

"Yeah? Is that why there are tears all down your face?" Feliks questioned, wiping his fingers across her cheek and putting them in front of her eyes, revealing moisture-covered skin. "Bad dream?"

She nodded. "Horrifying dream. Better term would be nightmare, I suppose."

Feliks pursed his lips. "Do you wanna, like... Talk about it?"

Shelby gave a weak smile. "No, no I'm good. I'd just rather forget about it, if you want the truth."