This is my first Kuroshitsuji Fanfic. Also this is an OCXGrey, kay~!
Walking towards the office of the Queen, one of the pair, a certain silver-haired young man let out a yawn, which made his partner give him an inquiring glance. Instead the looking at him back (but he knew), the shorter one, just looked on with bored steely grey eyes, only to be ignored again by his partner.
Finally tired of his ignorance, Grey let out a childish whine, "Uh, seriously I wonder what boring thing Her Majesty has in store for us this time, eh Phipps~."
"I don't know, nor do I care, Grey. And so should you! We are the Queens personal butler, we don't need to know Her Majesty's orders, we just followed them" Phipps replied, stoically.
"Fine, geez, whatever! I was just asking," whined Grey, pouting petulantly at his partner's coldness.
It was a short walk before they finally stopped at the front of the large, gilded oak door, with a pair of guards at the front, on each side. Before going Phipps stopped and gave a half-hearted glare at the younger man, "Grey, we're here now, so do try to be on your best behavior."
Grey them smirked and looked at the taller male, before drawling in a cheerfully dry tone, "Of course, Phipps! Don't I always~! I am a professional after all~!"
"Sometimes I doubt that," Phipps mumbled, before merely sighing and opened the door.
There sipping her tea in her marble and gold room with its mahogany desk and silk upholstered furniture was Queen Victoria cheerfully talking to John Brown about something as the latter continued to nod mechanically at every sentence or saying "Yes your Highness." Upon entering the Queen immediately took notice and let out her usual smile, as she reached out her hand, motioning the pair to come closer.
"Charles, Charles, such a pleasure to see both of you," greeted the Queen as the formers bowed low in respect. "Now as you know I called you both here to discuss something and not just have tea."
"Yes, your Majesty," they both said, one more cheerful than the other.
"Well as both of you know, my granddaughter Sophia, is coming here after traveling through Europe. Ah such a free-spirited and curious girl, she is~" said the Queen, dabbing the blooming tears that were appearing at the corner of her eyes, with her lace handkerchief. "Oh I miss her so much! She was only 8 when she when her parents died, you know~! Oh my poor darling, Sharon~!" wailed Queen Victoria in to her silk gloved hand, remembering her daughter and son-in-law. The three braced themselves for another cry fest but they let out a collective sigh when the Queen simply blew her nose on the handkerchief. John Brown quietly tucked the Prince Albert puppet behind him.
"Yes, your Majesty, we are both aware that the Princess is coming back," Phipps replied as Grey didn't quite know who this girl was, nor did he know her Majesty had another grandchild.
"Well, yes. If I'm not mistaken she's just about Grey's age, isn't she?" asked the Queen, looking at Grey rather inquiringly.
Catching his partner's glance, he put on his usual cheery smile and chirped, "Indeed, your Majesty~!"
"Well I'd just liked to remind you two of her upcoming arrival," smiled the Queen, turning her gaze to the pair, satisfied with knowing her two most reliable butlers are there to help. "Anyway, can I trust you two to make sure she feels welcomed? After all the poor dear has just come back from traveling. She's probably on her way, right now, from Belgium," chimed the Queen, which once again earned a low bow from the pair known as the 'Double-Charles'.
Grey was the first to lift his head and smiled at the Queen with a hint of mischief in his tone, "Yes Your Majesty, you can most certainly count on us for that~"
Later in the afternoon
"Ugh, great now all we're going to do is baby-sit some pretty little princess, who's been away shopping throughout Europe…I never even knew Her Majesty has a granddaughter who was away for 10 years~" Grey said, as he and Phipps were walking down the palace halls, his hands behind his head as he stared blankly at the window, showing the typical London sky. "What was her name again?"
"It's Princess Sophia Charlotte Katherine Von Schweetz…" answered Phipps, glancing at his partner.
"Schweetz?" asked Grey, curiously. He remembered that name before. From what he heard it was the name of a famous music business, well-known for its concerts and recitals. But from what he had been hearing they had lessened their focus on music and more on fashion and clothing. Apparently they came from Austria.
"Her father is Oswald Von Schweetz, the former owner of the Von Schweetz Musiken and former head Von Schweetz family…" replied Phipps, keeping a straight face and a straight gaze at the marbled hall.
"Wait, wait, wait, you said former?" Grey said, giving a Phipps a curious look, before seeing Phipps gave him a knowing look and he remembered what Her Highness said, "Oh right, her parents died…"
"10 year to be precise…" supplied Phipps, making Grey nod in agreement but he turned his head again when suddenly Grey let out a chortle, before asking, "What's wrong, now?"
"Tch, so we're baby-sitting some little girl, who was busy keeping herself entertained when daddy and mummy died, eh," Grey scoffed, smirk still in place, when suddenly a thought came to him. "Wait, so who's the head, now?"
"Well from all I've heard her father has an elder brother, who is currently the head of the Household," answered Phipps. "Also it is quite understandable why she was away for so long…" added Phipps, still stoically.
"What do you mean?" as Grey, stopping to look at Phipps, a single silver eyebrow raised in question. Phipps stopped as well, right beside him.
"For your information, Grey, Princess Sophia wasn't playing around while traveling Europe, she had been studying and learning more about different parts of Europe…She's actually made quite a name for herself in the musical industry…" said Phipps, sighing at his partner's whining.
"Okay, fine, so she's a talented little girl, big deal~" replied Grey arrogantly, turning on his heels to continue his stroll through the halls, whilst Phipps followed, sighing helplessly again. I have a feeling something is about to happen…
Meanwhile...
A young lady sat in her first-class train cart, her mind placed on the single place as she looked at the quickly moving scenery in front of her. She was wearing a dark blue velvet traveling suit that stopped just above the calf, under a darker blue cashmere and wool jacket with white stockings, light brown boots and black gloves. Her golden hair coiled beneath a matching flat hat with its fancy black braid on the side.
I wonder how much of London has changed over the years, she thought as her mind wandered thinking of her cousins, her aunts and uncle. But most of all her grandmother, whom has become world-famous not just because of her title but also for all that she has done for England. But soon her excitement of getting back home, turned to sadness as she remembered her beloved grandfather, and how much her grandmother misses him so much.
No matter I'll try to comfort her whenever she gets melancholic again. And I'll tell her all about my travels. The languages I learned, the people I've met, the culture I've seen…" her eyes fell on the large number of big trunks of clothes, with made her grin lopsidedly. Not to mention all the clothes I've bought~ .Yup she can't wait to get back home to London, England to finally. I mean Europe was fun, seeing Paris, Berlin, Budapest, Brussels, Madrid, Rome, etc. But nothing beats going back to your own country. She missed her family, the libraries, and some of the food but it's a good thing she always has her favorite Earl Grey with her. In fact she was sipping one right now, while absentmindedly eating the warm autumn rum cake with creme fraiche.
If she wasn't mistaken she had heard a lot of rumors about London recently but most of all was some butlers called the 'Double Charles', who were known to do some kind of secret work for the Queen. One of them she recalled was the Earl of Grey, the name where her favorite tea came from. She had met the older Earl when she was a child and heard that he had a son the same age as her but, alas she had never met him.
So he's the next Earl Grey, eh, she wondered, propping her elbow on the bronze window sill of the train. I wonder what he's like.
A.N: I don't own Kuroshitsuji, or its characters, especially not Queen Victorian's family. But I do own my OC (Princess Sophia Charlotte Katherine Von Schweetz). Her mother is one of Queen Victoria's daughters while her father was an Austrian business man. Yeah a pretty lame start. I'm okay with criticism, just don't overdo it. Still, PLEASE REVIEW~!
