Hetalia meets Black butler ch 1

England was on his morning stroll as he had picked up the habit of doing so when he went to Germany's house. Not that he willingly wanted to do it, but when he was with Germany he was forced to do it every morning. He figured this was his way of payback for beating him in WW2.

It was a beautiful day the sun was out for once in the drab city of London. The trees seemed to be more green then the ever had been before. It was this overwhelming color that caused England to look down and see a gray envelop that was on the ground.

"Now what do we have here... a letter?" as he looked down upon the letter a mark caught his eye.

"O I see this is for one of the Phantomhives, mysterious lot they are but might as well deliver it for them." England then stuffed the letter in his jacket and proceeded to go to the Phantomhive mansion. He had only been there once before and that was a experience he would love to forget ,but that was years ago. The rumor was that the only son of the late head of the Phantomhive house was now in charge and had the whole company on the rise.

England arrived at the mansion at about 12:00 pm and he had just realized that whale in his rush to go out running and then finding the letter he had skipped breakfast. He wondered if he would have lunch , but was then quickly brought back to reality when a tall dark man approached him.

"Hello Mr. England what a pleasant surprise it is to see you. Please come in." he then opened the door wider to let him in.

The place was much different then when he remembered it the last time he was here. For one the whole foyer seemed to have a dark chilling feeling to it. Then there was the fact that the family portrait was removed and a baron spot lay.

As they walked to the drawing room England got a good look at the butler. He was a tall well dressed man with long black hair that seemed to flow in a graceful way upon his head. But the thing that was most notable about him was the way he walked. He had a grace to his steps that seemed almost unreal. How he could walk so gracefully with what seemed to be little to no effort was astonishing. Then there were his eyes the eyes they say are the window to the soul. His eyes were a dark brown. Maybe it was a trick of the eye but it seemed they almost locked red with a hunger to them.

England immediately thru this out of his mind and tried to start a bit of small talk with him.

"So do you like working here" it came out a little more shaky than he wanted it to.

"Well I live only to serve my master Mr. Phantomhive so my own enjoyment is irrelevant. I do find that I am constantly kept on my toes." With this he gave what seemed to be a touch of a smile then he turned and opened the door to the drawing room.

"Sorry to interrupt your work but we have a surprise visit from Mr. England."He said in a very soft and yet forceful voice like everything he did it was perfectly graceful.

"Good day Mr. England to what do I owe the plesher?" said the boy from behind his desk. England was aware that he was young but he did not know that he was this young he looked to be only twelve or thirteen.

"Well you see I was doing my morning jogging when I stumbled upon this letter that was address to you so I thought I would deliver it to you."He tried to not stair at the eye patch that was on the boy.

"Well that was very kind of you that you would take time out of your busy day to deliver it to me." A faint smile seemed to touch hi lips but was gone in a flash. "Sebastian bring us some tea!" "yes my young master." "I do hope that you might be able to spend lunch with me my family is known for our hospitality after all. " With this he gestured to sit down with him. Sebastian gracefully left the room and closed the door behind him making not the slightest sound as he left. We were now alone and little did I know this was about to change my life forever.