Exhausted you unlock the front door of your two-story house that you share with the rest of your family. As good as it feels to be back for summer break, the long drive from your boarding school sucked.Half-asleep, you climb up the stairs to your bedroom absentmindedly singing the Black Butler theme song. You push open the door to your bedroom with one hip and yawn. You open your eyes and scream.

Lying on your bedroom floor are four men who could only be Grell, Claude, Sebastian and the Undertaker. You cautiously step towards them and gingerly poke Claude in the face with the toe of your sneaker. He doesn't move. You poke him again, harder. Nothing. A terrible thought goes through your mind. What if… They're dead?! You shake your head and mentally chide yourself for such irrational thoughts.

"Here goes nothing…" You mutter, swinging your bag of your shoulder. You bring it crashing down over Claude's head and he groans. "Nope. Not dead." Claude blinks his golden eyes open and sits up. Beside him, Grell shifts and mutters something about 'Sebby-chan'.

"Excuse me, miss, but I believe you dropped this." You whip around to see Sebastian standing behind you holding your bag. You yelp in surprise and jump backwards, tripping over Undertaker in the process.

"Ow...:" You groan. Something moves underneath you. You look down and realize you're sitting on the Undertaker. You quickly jump up and sheepishly offer him a hand to pull him up.

"I am so, so sorry."

"It's quite all right, dearie. I've lived through much worse, hehehe…"

"I'm not even going to ask… Okay, um, could you guys just sit on the bed? I'll try and wake Grell up." They sit and you cross your small bedroom to where Grell is sprawled out on your floor. "Grell." You poke him roughly. He doesn't move. "Grell-chan! Oh, great and worshipful Grell." You poke him again, much harder. "GRELL!" You shout into his ear. Not even so much as a finger twitch. You turn and glance back at Sebastian. You smile weakly as way of an apology for what you're about to do. "Grell, Sebastian is confessing his love to you."

Grell shoots straight up in the air, a giant grin on his angular face. "Oh, BASSY!" you wince slightly at his high-pitched screech and shake your head slightly. Typical Grell. You think. "Bassy?"

"Grell, I am not interested in you now, nor will I ever be." Sebastian says tiredly. Grell's face falls and places one hand dramatically over his chest.

"You have wounded me grievously! You are so cruel to me Sebas-chan."

"Grell, you're fine."

"And who are you?" He asks, finally noticing that you're there. "Where am I?"

"My name'sy/n. And you guys are In my bedroom."

"How did we get here?"

"I…don't know. But… You guys aren't in London anymore, or even your century." They stare at you confused. Quickly you explain that in reality, they're really hot anime characters, and that somehow they got transported here. Leaving out the 'really hot' part, of course. "You're just going to have to blend in until we figure out a way to get you back." They nod. Yu look them up and down and mently curse. "We're gonna have to get you guys some different clothes."

"What's wrong with the ones we have?" Grell asks, concerned about having to loose his beautiful red coat.

"It's 2015. You guys are from the 1880's. Clothing styles change."

"Oh." You clap your hands briskly.

"Alright, everyone to the car!"