Eight Mortal Secrets [Hetalia Drabbles] (Completed, to be Edited)

XXXIX: Michigan

I actually got this Drabble idea from a dream... I dreamt that Hope had actually turned into Manitoba, meaning her Hetalia character from I am Canada. Then I woke up and started writing what would happen if I turned into what I think Michigan would actually look like.
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Shelby never thought she quite fit the stereotype of Michigan, and it honestly surprised her that she was able to convince England and France that she was the state. In reality, when she imagined Michigan as a person, she instantly thought of an African American man that wore camouflage hunting clothes and carried a shot gun on his back. with a little robin perched on his shoulder, and a Detroit Tigers hat covering his head.

It turns out that she wasn't too far off.

The moment Shelby got out bed, she felt weird. She felt like the floor was way too far away from her, which made her head spin. She stumbled several times over her feet, which she found utterly frustrating. She muttered a question to herself about why she had to be so clumsy as she made her way to the bathroom.

She took one look in the mirror and screamed.

Staring back at her was a large man with tawny, orangish brown skin with dark brown eyes and a head of closely trimmed, curly brown hair. She was still wearing the clothes she went to bed in, but they fit her poorly now, seeing that she was now several inches taller and had gained a bit of muscle mass. She covered her mouth to stop the scream from leaving her lips, since the sound was her shrill scream was now deep and throaty.

Alfred's bedroom door flew open, and he jumped out of his room, his face flustered and angry with confusion, his glasses uneven on his face and obliviously slapped on at the last minute. "Who the hell are you?" He asked, and even though he had no weapon to fight her with, Shelby knew America was far stronger than any normal man his size.

"Relax Al, it's me, Shelby!" She urged, although she knew he wouldn't believe her. Her voice, although not as deep as someone like Germany, was definitely deeper and nothing close to what Shelby could imitate properly as herself. She also noticed a strange accent on her words, and she covered her mouth again. "Oh my god, I sound like a damn Yooper." She whispered in horror.

Alfred raised a brow skeptically. "If you really are Shelby... What's the one quarter you're missing to complete your Papa's state collection?" He asked, hoping to throw off what looked to be a random stranger with something no one but Shelby knew about (her family knew about it, but she's been collecting for so long, they don't remember she has it).

She smiled. "New Mexico! I don't have New Mexico, and I've been looking for literally years." She explained, her voice practically grating her ears with the new Yooper accent.

Alfred's eyes widened slightly. "Okay, your favorite candy?"

"Sour patch kids."

"What the name of the plant in your room?"

"Derek."

"Who is Derek named after?"

"The character from Teen Wolf, Derek Hale." Shelby answered all his questioned with ease.

America blinked. "So... You really are Shelby?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, I am really Shelby." She promised.

America walked up to her, examining new her face and features. Instantly, Shelby noticed something.

"Bro, I'm taller than you." She beamed, seeing there was easily a three inch difference between her and Alfred now.

Alfred glanced up, his eyebrows furrowing. "So what, dude? Heights not everything you know."

"Liar. You always complain about how Mattie's the taller one. And now I'm taller!" Shelby exclaimed. "I could get used to this. Let's go visit Hope. I want to see what the top of her head looks like."

The blonde made a slight pouting face. "Fine, we can try and get there in time, but stuff like this tends to only last so long. I bet you one of the Magic Trio dudes did this."

"What the hell's a Magic Trio?" Shelby inquired.

"Its England, Norway, and Romania; basically the three countries that are kinda screwed in the head, you know?" Alfred explained, casually standing on his tip-toes for a second to get to Shelby's new height, before falling flat on his feet again.

"Okay, well I don't know Norway and Romania, and I promise that England has way bigger issues than turning me into a dude right now." Shelby stated.

Suddenly, the sound of America's cellphone rang out from his room. While Alfred ran to get it, Shelby glanced in the mirror again, admiring the subtly attractive features of her new face as slowly she began to remember why she had come to the bathroom in the first place.

She had to pee.

And she was a man now.

"Oh boy." She muttered to herself as America stepped back out of his room, looking as though he might bust out laughing any second.

"Someone wants to talk to you." He snickered, handing Shelby the phone, which she pressed to her ear, frowning slightly.

"Hello?"

"Umm, hey Shelby. Are you... Feeling any different?" A small voice inquired.

"Cooper." She muttered in irritation. "You better have a REALLY good explanation for this."

"Well, I was practicing some of my spells- cause you know, you can't get any better without practice."

"Well, that doesn't at all explain why I'm a male now, does it, Cooper?" She snapped.

"I was actually trying to make Dreamz look more like she came from New South Wales, if it makes you feel any better." He whispered.

"So now I get to look like I come from Michigan?" She huffed, "Now I sound like a wanna-be Canadian, Cooper. That's not cool, bro."

"I'll change you back ASAP." He promised.

"Okay, but keep my height same please. I'm really digging this whole 6 foot tall thing. I think I might actually be taller than Russia." Shelby smirked, causing Alfred to roll his eyes.

"I'll see what I can do. I should have it fixed in a couple minutes." Cooper stated, before he hung up the phone.

Shelby handed Alfred his phone back. "Man, I hope he hurries."

"Why? I thought you liked your new look." Alfred teased.

"Well, it's not bad but... I have to pee." She admitted.

He raised a brow. "Then pee dude."

"No." She crossed her arms defiantly. "I would rather wait until I'm a girl again."

"Ohhhh, I get it." Alfred smiled. "You don't wanna-"

"Just shut your damn mouth, Alfred F. Jones. There's no need to point anything out to me, I'm completely aware of why I don't wanna pee." She growled, before her toes began to tingle. She paused as America burst into a laughing fit, holding his gut as he doubled over slightly. The strange feeling travelled up her legs and continued threw her nervous system before a bright light flashed from her skin. Her limbs went numb and her breath caught in her throat, before she fell to her knees, gasping for air as the light faded. She looked at her body, seeing that she was once again her female, pudgy self again.

Alfred wiped the tear from his eyes as Shelby caught her breath, shakily standing up. "You good, bro-ha?" He managed to ask.

"Yeah, I'm just fine, thanks for the concern." She muttered sarcastically, glaring up at Alfred.

Key word; up.

"Damnit!" She cursed, kicking the cabinet under the sink when she saw she was back to her original height. "This is bullshit!"

"Aw, it someone a little angry that they're 5 foot 4 again?" America teased, ruffling Shelby's curly brown bedhead.

She attempted to push Alfred away from her, but he did not budge a centimeter. "Cooper owed me at least a couple extra inches." She mumbled. "I'm really starting to hate the Oceania countries."