AN- I'm not sure if this really counts as a cross over as no characters from the Kuroshitsuji show up; just borrowed the basic concept of a young orphan making pact with demons.

USUK and MapleTea... kind of, among a little hinted PruCan, Spamano and GerIta. But not really, just in a kind of turn your head and squint kind of way.

I do not own Hetalia

He was exhausted, completely drained.

He had run until he couldn't anymore, muscles screaming for rest and his bare feet cut up from the rough asphalt; and was now hiding in an alley, trying to make himself as small as possible. He had seen a pile of trash by a dumpster in the dark and took as his best chance to hide from the mad men tailing him. So he had tunnelled through the bags and curled up in a musty smelling cardboard box, hoping no one could see him. That no one would find him.

It was a dark and stormy night, so much so it was cliché, so to his young mind of course the events of this night were bound to happen. If it had been day and sunny, they wouldn't have descended on his house and slaughtered his family and still be after him.

He tried to curl up smaller as he heard footsteps and a dog sniffing before it began to bark.

Go away, go away, go away.

"Oh! There you are."

No such luck. He wondered who he has pissed off so badly in a past life to deserve this.

"Such a pretty little thing, hiding in the rain. Tell me little boy, do you want to play? I know someone who would very much like to play with you."

Then large hands pulled his trembling, resisting body out of the trash heap and into the rain, into the dark night and into hell.

It was dark, pitch black, just like it had been that night. He was hungry, thirsty, tired and his entire body felt on fire, as though someone was jabbing him with a hundred needles. Which they actually had been, not even a day ago.

It hurt so much.

Days, months even had passed since that unpleasant night. In that time, Arthur had not seen the sun, had not bathed nor had he smelt the fresh air; in fact, he was lucky to be fed once a day, if it all. He was confined to a tiny, windowless cell that was constantly damp and smelt of something sour, a prison fit for chipping away what was left of his spirit. He couldn't sleep, the chains saw to that. No matter how he lay down, there was a link digging into him or a cuff would be sitting in the wrong place, rubbing raw skin to bleed.

These things combined to him feeling his sanity slowly slide through his fingers, despite his desperate attempts to cling to it. He was going crazy, soon he would be as mad as the Hatter from that book he had loved what felt like a lifetime ago.

Though he was nowhere near as mad as the doctor who ran this dump, that much was clear.

He had been looking for people with the right genes for his experiments and, unfortunately, apparently he had them. That was why he had sent people after his family and why he had people chase him through the streets of London; so that he could tie him down and cut him up in order to learn...something. The good doctor had not seen fit to tell him why he was doing this to him just that it was for the greater good.

Arthur hated that sentence, it was usually followed by a great deal of pain.

He heard the door clink open and he squeezed his eyes shut, guarding them against the sudden onset of the light before he tried to push himself farther into the corner, his hateful binds jingling merrily as he did so, to escape the reaching hands.

Sadly it didn't work as he was pulled forward and released from the leg shackles before being dragged off, struggling but after being rendered immobile and starved for so long, his movements didn't seem to impede them at all.

That is, until he got lucky.

In his flailing, he managed to hit one of the hated guards/research assistants in the shin causing the man to relinquish his grip but for a moment, dropping Arthur to the ground. Though on the other hand, it earned him a knee in the stomach and a few kicks.

Arthur curled up, enduring the blows and whispered ever so quietly, his voice tiny from disuse "Someone help me!", expecting the next blow any minute. However, no further violence occurred to him and he cautiously opened his eyes.

The guards were gone, as were the walls of his prison and the iron cuffs and chains tying him down. Instead, he seemed to be outside in a world filled of mist and the shadows of trees and bramble. He uncurled himself and shakily stood up. This may be extremely bizarre but who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?

He could get away from the mad doctor, his needles and knives.

However, just as he stood up, a voice silkily whispered in his ear. "My, what have we here?"

Arthur jumped and turned around, but no one was there, nothing but swirling mist met his eyes.

Then another voice sounded nearby, this one having none of the finesse of the other and cried out loudly. "A Kirkland? It has been too long since one had the power or will to appear before us, I thought the blood line was too diluted!"

"And yet he is here, what shall we do brother?" The other voice hummed, seemingly beside his ear but, even as he looked, he still couldn't see anything.

"S-Show yourselves! Who are you? Where are we?" Arthur cried, trying to not let his fear creep into his voice.

"Oh! He is bold, though ignorant." The fluid voice intoned. "I like him. What say you?"

"I agree, this is gonna be totally fun!" The boisterous voice boomed. "It's been far too long!"

The last thing Arthur saw before the mist wrapped around him and the world dissolved was a pair of laughing blue and violet eyes.

When he opened his eyes once more, he was once again in his dark, dank prison, with the 120 brick tall and 30 brick wide walls and the thick, oak door to his cell loomed over him. Reality. His escape likely just a coping mechanism created by his mind, a hallucination caused by his upset, broken mind. But...what was this? The guards were now lying on the ground, how peculiar. Arthur summoned as much strength as possible and crawled over to them and was astonished to see that they were dead.

"Good riddance to bad rubbish as Francis would say." Came the silky voice from before from behind him.

Startled, Arthur managed to whip around and found himself being loomed over by two men in their early twenties in white suits. But there was something off about them, something that set his hair on end.

"Wha?" He croaked out.

"He calls us out and yet has no idea what he's done?" He laughed. "That's priceless! Typical Kirkland for you." The one with laughing eyes said, amused.

The one with violet eyes chuckled. "It can't be helped I guess Al. In this time, not many but any weight behind old superstitions. You, Arthur Kirkland, have the blood of your ancestors, of powerful magic practitioners. They protected England from the shadows for the last millenia or so, they were the ones that the Kings and Queens would turn to in need. It was one of your family that defeated one of the four horsemen during the Black Death, sending Pestilence back to his burrow. So when you cried for someone to help you, the dormant magic in you summoned us. Don't believe me? Look at the palms of your left and right hands, there you will find the seals that bond us to you. We have matching ones"

Arthur looked at his hands and sure enough, inky black lines that hadn't been there before now covered them. The two in front of him then pulled off one of their gloves and on opposing hands were the same marks as on his own. Squinting to see the two better in the low light, he noticed that their eyes seemed to glow, that their ears were pointed, the nails black and had very sharp looking teeth...

He then croaked out. "Who- What are you?"

The loud one looked at him stunned for a moment before laughing. "Awfully perceptive aren't you kid? We're high ranking demons, no one since your great-great-great-great-great grandmother has been able to summon the likes of us. I'm known as Gluttony, though you can call Alfred."

"I'm Envy or Matthew." The violet eyes one chipped in.

"Now, we'll figure out the semantics later, we'll allow you to command us once for free, no contract, no hidden clauses as you let us out and honestly, we're bored." The demon said, his tail (that Arthur was just noticing) whipping back in forth like a dogs would in excitement.

"E-Excuse me?"

Envy cut in. "Order us. We will do anything within our power, what do you want?"

"Get me out of here."

"Ah-ah. Come now, you are the master of demons! Don't be so lacklustre. You can't say it like that, try again." Gluttony said mischievously.

"Um..." Then the words just seemed to flow out of his mouth without him really being conscious of it. "I order you by the power that is in my blood and our agreement to get me out of here and kill the ones responsible for keeping me here!"

Alfred looked at Matthew before shrugging as if to say good enough, before he licked his lips and simultaneously said with Matthew. "Gladly I hear and shall obey."

Arthur barely registered being carried out into the cool night and being laid down into the grass before he heard the screams of the condemned as the two demons descended on the human monsters in the facility before they burned it down.