Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler). All rights belong to the author, Yana Toboso. I am merely using her characters and story for entertainment.

A/N: I had an idea that Sebastian would help Ciel in preparing for a date with Lizzie and I couldn't let it go. Thus, this happened. Hope you enjoy!

Ciel Phantomhive tapped absentmindedly on his polished oak desk, one hand supporting his drooping head, and wondered, for the umpteenth time, what he would do when she arrived.

"Sir?" the voice of his butler called out from where he was dusting the Earl's bookcase, waking him out of his wretched thoughts.

Shaking his head and sitting up straight in his chair, he answered him in the most dignified voice he could muster. "Yes, what is it?"

"You seem to be thinking deeply about something, sir," said the butler. "One that, from the looks of it, is causing you great distress."

The young Earl sighed and settled back in his chair.

"Am I correct in assuming that it concerns her coming?"

He sighed again. "You are."

"And you are wary about the matter, sir?"

"Of course, I am!" He shot up out of his chair and broke out into hysterics. "Don't you know what day it is, man!"

"Well, no, sir-"

"It's St. Valentine's Day!"

The butler cocked his head to the side, as though bemused.

"You know! The day where lovers and family members give gifts and such to show their appreciation for one another!"

The butler chuckled at his master's exasperated state. "And you humans think you can win each other over by material means? Really."

The boy dropped down heavily in his chair and fiddled with his hands. "Well, that's just how it is. I would never have participated in such a ridiculous holiday, but undoubtedly, she will expect me to have something for her."

"And you have nothing for the lady?"

"No," he replied curtly, a scowl forming on his childish face. "I had completely forgotten about it."

The butler heaved a deep sigh in disapproval of his master. "Really, sir. You must keep track of the time. These are your holidays, after all."

"Perhaps you should remind me of it," the boy replied sulkily. "Make it part of your aesthetic."

"Yes, sir." The butler smiled, amused. "At any rate, you must do something for the lady. I'm sure she will be most upset if she learns that you have forgotten, my Lord."

"I know, I know!" He sprang up out of his chair again and began pacing the study. "What do you think I've been doing all morning since I got word of her coming?"

"Have you come up with anything, sir?"

"No." He closed his eyes and waited for one of his butler's ridiculing comments, but to his great surprise, none came.

"Then, sir, may I be so bold as to help you in this matter?"

"W-what?" The boy looked his butler in the face. His usual smug expression was gone.

The butler smiled in a secretive manner. "I know of something which I'm sure the lady would love from you, sir."

Blushing furiously, the boy turned his back to him and faced the open window, watching the snow fall lightly to the ground. "Spit it out."

The butler snuck up behind the boy and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing the boy to shiver, and whispered seductively in his ear, "You."

"Gyeh!" the boy instantly protested as he leapt away from the butler's touch. "What do you mean by that?"

The butler, who had been laughing at his master, quickly recovered himself and stated, "The lady has always wanted to spend a day with you, sir. I'm sure if there's anything in this world that she could wish for, that would be it."

"O-oh?" He silently cursed his butler for knowing more about his betrothed than he. He had always known she'd wanted to see him, but...

"She would be delighted, sir. It would be like a 'dream come true.'"

"Hmph." He placed a hand on the back of his chaise and made out to look like he was thinking on the matter, though in reality, he had no other choice.

"Fine."

The butler bowed, an amused smirk on his face. "Very good, sir."

They had begun practicing compliments, and that did not end up very well.

The butler sighed and placed a hand on his forehead. "Honestly, sir. You really are no good at this."

"How do you expect me to be? You look nothing like her!" came the young Earl's irritated excuse.

After a few minutes of this, the Earl was almost ready to walk out the door. She would just have to make do with something else. Anything else, really. Perhaps she'd like a necklace or a bunny or whatever it was girls liked now. Something cute, he knew.

"Can't you conjure up a mental image of her, sir? Surely you know what she looks like?"

"I do! It's just..." He could not finish his sentence.

"It's just?"

"Well... Can't we try something else?"

"Come now, sir. All you have to do is say something nice about Lady Elizabeth. It can't be that hard."

"Urgh..." He screwed up his face in concentration, thinking of his bubbly betrothed. What is it I think whenever she walks in? Oh, yeah. "I smell strawberries."

"U-um, she, er, smells nice. L-like strawberries?"

"Well, that's a start," the butler said and smiled. He was very much enjoying this. "Anything else?"

He scowled at the butler but tried again. She always looks so cute. Like a princess. He flushed madly at this thought.

"Sir? What on earth are you thinking of?"

"U-uh, nothing! Nothing! Let's do something else, please! I think I've had quite enough of this," said the still blushing boy.

"Very well, then. Let us continue on with the basics of gentlemanly etiquette," the butler said as he moved over toward the door. "Of course, one of the very first rules of such is to hold the door open for the lady. It shows that you are in fact a true gentleman," and he demonstrated this act.

"After you, my Lord," he said as the boy passed through the open door. "You must always act happy around her, even if you are feeling the opposite. No woman wants to go out on a date with a man who looks as though he'd rather be anywhere but where he is."

"I understand that," the boy said as they walked down the hall together.

"Heh. And with all the experience and practicing you've done before, I'm sure you can manage it now."

The boy threw him a dirty look but said nothing. He had instantly thought of his time at Weston College, where he was forced to smile and laugh to get to the principal. Although he had to admit, it had all paid off in the end.

"I'm sure I can," he growled.

"Very good, sir. Now, then. Of course, compliments are always a boost to a woman's ego. Despite what they say, they love to hear them, so be sure to throw in a couple of those in."

"Yes, yes. Open the door, act happy, compliments. I got it. Is there anything else?"

"Hold her hand."

"Ye - WHAT?" He stopped dead in his tracks and stared after the butler who kept on walking.

"You heard me, sir. It is a most romantic gesture which will then cause the lady to instantly feel elated."

"Not too elated?" he asked worriedly.

He chuckled. "That depends, sir."

"Depends on what? Hold on - Stop for a minute won't you!" the boy called after the butler who seemed determined to distance himself from his master.

The butler stopped and the boy caught up to him finally. "How do you know all this?" he asked breathlessly.

The butler smirked. "Experience."

"Tch." He looked down at the floor for a moment and then back up at his butler. "Will it truly make her happy?"

"I'm sure of it, sir."

"Then there's nothing else for it." He then stalked off to his study to finish his work and regain his composure for his betrothed's visit. "Go make me something to eat, won't you? I'm famished from all of this practicing and girlish talk."

"I shall do so at once," he assured, bowing respectfully. "Oh, and also... Sir?"

The boy looked at his butler inquiringly. "Yes?"

A huge grin spread across the devil's face. "I am looking forward to being your chaperone tonight."

"Ye - WHAT?"