A certain blond brit with bushy eyebrows and green eyes was in some sort of basement, wearing a black cloak with the hood over his head, and holding a spell book. He was standing in front of a drawn circular rune with candles surrounding it. The basement was dark with the only sources of light being the candles. It had a bunch of dust and cobwebs all over the place. Despite this room's state after not being used frequently, it was an ideal place for what he was about to do.
The British man is known as Arthur Kirkland, which is just his human name. His real name is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Norhern Ireland. He is the embodiment of England. And right now, he is getting his revenge on the personification of France by summoning a being from another dimension.
"That bloody frog will finally get what he deserves." He muttered to himself. He opened the book and started chanting a summoning spell. The rune circle started glowing blue. As England continued the ritual, the light became brighter and brighter until it illuminated the whole room.
Then a gust of wind blew from the circle, extuingishing the candles and blew England a few feet back. The light faded revealing a figure of something or someone laying in the middle of the circle. England took a few cautious steps into the circle, towards the being who he summoned.
He could tell that it was human like in form but couldn't quite see the features. He quickly took a candle and lighted it. He examined the being before him again and he realized. "It's a man."
The man currently laying unconcious had high cheekbones and black curly hair. He was wearing a black trench coat and a blue scarf around his neck. "A bit...modern than I expected." He muttered curiously.
"Blimey, for someone so tall, he is quite light." He commented as he carried the unconcious man upstairs. He carefully placed him down on the couch. And proceeded to make some tea.
England placed down the tray containing a teapot filled with hot tea and two cups in case the unconcious man also wanted some tea. When he finished pouring in his cup he heard the man groaning as he was waking up.
England waited patiently as he stood beside the couch. The man blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. He then noticed the green-eyed brit. "Are you feeling alright sir?" England asked him politely.
The man slowly sat upright with his gloved hand on his head as he inhaled and exhaled seemingly trying to calm himself. He looked at England, up and down taking in every detail he sees. The country personification honestly felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze.
The man's eyes then scanned the room he's in. He looked at the ceiling, the walls, the floor, the furniture, everything with a calculating look. England cleared his throat gaining his attention. "My name is Arthur Kirkland. And who might you be?"
The man once again stared at him. After a few seconds, he answered "Sherlock Holmes."