Alois Trancy sighed quietly, bored with the tray of biscuits sitting in front of him. "Claude... What is America like?" He asked, looking up at his silent butler.
"I wouldn't know," Came the simple reply, which barely satisfied Alois. The blond pushed his dish away, only to watch it be removed from his sight by Claude's gloved fingers. He then rested his head against the table, knowing that he had piles of paperwork that he should be doing.
After a few moments had passed, Claude was escorting Alois to his office quietly. The only sounds in the entire mansion were the even, rhythmical clicking of Alois' heels hitting hard floors. Suddenly, there was a loud, distant pounding, which was recognized as the heavy knocker hitting the front doors. Claude bowed slightly, before leaving his young master behind to answer the door.
The impatient knocking didn't slow, and only got louder every second Claude didn't open the door. Once he did, he bowed lightly. "We we're not expecting any guests; but welcome,"
"Whoa!" Came the reply, buried within a surprised gasp. "This isn't Iggy's house... But this place is cool!"
Alois tilted his head to the side, suddenly not far behind his butler. "Claude, who is that?" He questioned, stepping closer to the man standing in the door frame. Claude only sighed, "I wouldn't know..."
"Who am I, you ask?" The blond man standing on the threshold questioned, with an evident smirk. "Well, of course... I'm the hero!"
AN: I should stop writing. Seriously. Oh, and if I know you, don't tell me you read this. Because I don't want to know. -le sniffle-
ENJOY THIS CRACK COUPLE COMING TOWARDS YOU.
The chapters will be much, much longer; for this is just the prologue. I don't own Kuroshitsuji, or Hetalia. Because if I did, dear lord, this pairing would be real.