I probably shoulda mentioned this before...I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. Theybelong to the wonderful Yono Toboso. I do own the McHoustons.

A/N: Sorry I don't do that many A/N's. I'm not really used to them yet. These first two chapters are just sort of set ups so bear with me. This is mostly introducing the McHoustons which are a typical goofy rich American family.

Enjoy ( ;

Ch.2

Meeting the McHoustons

The sun shown brightly on the ocean pier. The ship had finally reached America. The passengers all gazed at the new land that lay before them. Alice and Sebastian had joined the crowd. They where both dressed in their very best. Alice was still in her dress from yesterday. As for Sebastian, he was in his usual tux with a few extra extremities. His finest silver pocket watch, a well designed vest, and a shiny new black top hat to bring a noble air to his appearance. Alice gripped her lacy umbrella, there was no turning back now, the boat was pulling into the harbor. She surveyed the crowd looking for anyone who showed any sign of being the McHoustons. Soon her eyes fell on a group of finely dressed, if eccentric looking crowd of what slightly resembled noblemen and noblewomen. Sebastian followed Alice's gaze, his eyes falling on the crowd he couldn't help but smirk. 'Perhaps all the stereotypes about American's are true...' he wondered cynically.

"Is that them?" Alice mumbled in slightly disgusted tone.

"Now Alice," Sebastian began to scold, Ciel flinched, it was going to take a while to get use to that name. "You know better then to judge. Now I know it isn't what your used to, but they are still good people, and your betters. Your father after all, is only there loyal servant." a smile grew across his face at this last statement.

"So the act begins here?" Alice asked annoyed.

Sebastian's eyes flashed mischievously, "The act begins here." he confirmed.

With that the boat had stopped and quickly began unloading passengers. Picking up their few belongings, two trunks and a suitcase, they where on their way to greet their new betters.

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Katherine leaned back against the carriage as her and her family waited for their new and doomed butler to arrive. She didn't know much about him. She knew that he was English, she knew that he was apparently the butler of some big-short Lord or Earl or whatever. Some Phantom-something-or-other. She didn't fallow things like that the way her mother did. That's why she wanted him. Apparently he was the talk of London when it came to butlers. After his master died people where begging to have him. So naturally she wanted him, for the credit and for the chance that maybe she could get some dirt on his former master and his guests.

Her Aunt on the other hand was far more practical. She wanted this butler for his class. From what she heard he was a stiff-necked, stuff-shirt, no nonsense type of guy, which is exactly what she wanted. None of this goofing off and lolly-gaging around that all the other servant where so keen for.

As for her dad, well he'd do anything to make the women of the house happy. The house was their domain, he just approved things as they went by. They needed a new butler and if the wife and in-laws want a upper-class British butler from across the sea, so be it. Money wasn't an issue, he was actually flattered that this guy had excepted his invitation out of hundreds. Her dad was just that type of man, a push over.

As for Katherine, well, it really didn't matter to her weather this guy dined with queen or not. He was still just a butler. She smiled, and life in the McHouston house was going to be miserable. Her family would take care of that. And if he starts to get too comfortable...she had already cooked up several devilish schemes to use on the new guy. She could even use some old ones she used when she was younger. There's a reason that the McHoustons went through butler after butler.

"Kathrine!" June cried after her daughter. "Don't lean on the carriage like that! It's un-lady like."

Katherine rolled her eyes.

"And for gods-sack," she continued, "fix your dress you look like a cheep prostitute!"

Katherine looked down at her dress which began to ride up a little in the front, fixing it she grumbled as she could hear the stiffened laughter of passer-bys. "Love you to mother,"she grumbled to her-self. For a women who strived for class, Juniper McHouston certainly proved to be...outlandish at times. She was loud, gossipy, and had a mouth as bad as any other sailor.

Her sister Veronica on the other hand was the exacted opposite. She was only a few years older then Juniper but she looked (and dressed) old enough to be her mother. Her husband John was a much older man (about 12 years older actually) and time had not been kind to him either. A horrible accident in his youth left him in a wheelchair with only one eye. He was prone to sickness, asthma, epilepsy, heart-problems ext. He had wrinkled and grayed long before his time. He spent most of his time in his room, enjoying his privacy and silently waiting for his death.

And of course, standing at the head of the family was George McHouston, the man of the house. He ran McHouston liquor. One of the fastest growing, easiest selling liquor brewery in all of America. His liquor was cheap, and it stung you fast, which was just what people wanted nowadays. He also had his hand in several stocks and banks, some small business, in the end he was the one of the richest men in New York. A true example of the American dream. They where all American born citizens from simple middle-class families who had worked their way up. Juniper had a business too. For a pass time Juniper over saw the work done at her local boutique she named after herself.

The boys of the family, Roland, Robert, and George Jr. where also successful on their own. Roland bought and sold land for farmers and plantain owners. He was also investing on the unexplored land that was just beginning to be inhabited by civilized life. Robert was an innovator for factories, helping create new and even more durable, convenient, and user friendly machines to further mass reproduction to knew heights. George Jr. had a less innovative career then her brothers, he was the police chef for the NYPD. He was well respected and loved by many. Several people wanted to elect him to be sheriff but Jr. turned them down. He wasn't willing to sell his soul as a politician. He was a simple man. One thing was for sure though, each one of the McHouston boys had one thing in common. They were all push-over, gullible sons-of-bitches and it amazed Katherine that no one had taken advantage of that yet. (or perhaps they have and they where just to chipper to notice.)

Now seeing that Katherine was the only girl its really no surprise that she'd be a bit of a tomboy. A matter of fact she had actually beaten her brothers in several races, ball games, and wrestling matches. She hated girly things and doing girly stuff. She hated taking manners and behavioral lessons even more then her brothers did. She hated doing tea-parties and going to dopey balls. She couldn't stand wearing frilly hats and underwear or curtsying to Mr. what-not or Lord Something-or-other. "We're in America for Pete's sake!" She would think to herself. "I thought that they had left all those Lords and Earls and bullshit back in England!"

But never-the-less, Kathrine's mother wouldn't have it. She was a lady after all, and my god she's going to act like it!

The McHoustons weren't too awfully bad looking. Today at the harbor they where all dressed in nearly matching tan clothes. George was plump with puffy red cheeks. His hair was cut into a short almost buzz-cut. He often had a big dumb smile on his face and his ears stuck out comically. He wore an all brown suit like he always wore with a nice gold pocket watch which he seemed to always keep in his hand. Pens where sticking out of his pocket and he had to catch one before it fell to the ground as he was fishing through it to find his spectaculars which where small rectangular wire-rim glasses he used when he was trying to see far away.

Mrs. McHouston was skinny woman, with big hips and a very modern sense of style. She wore a dark brown dress which was tight around her body. It got especially tight around the knees and then it curved out along the bottom. She wore a big goofy brown sun-hat which covered up most of her face. She had a matching coin-purse with a chain hanging from her arm and some dark lipstick to show off her incredible bulbous lips. (A/N: think Angelina Jolie, a pair of lips with legs) She had a pair of small brown lady gloves on her hands that she had just bought yesterday. She was constantly adjusting her sun-hat which kept flopping in her face.

Roland took after his mother in looks. He was skinny with large pouty lips and dark eyes. He had his father's dirty blond hair and ears that stuck out like a monkey's. He also wore a suit similar to his fathers, plan brown with a red bow-tie and a polka-dot handkerchief in his pocket. He had horrible hay fever and often sneezed into it. He kept his hair short and swept to the side, he had grown a simple mustache which was well-combed and trimmed.

Robert was plumper then his brother, though not as plump as his father. His hair was dark brown like his mothers and he had yellowish green eyes like his father's. His hair was often just a little un-kept but not so much that he looked foolish. Robert also had a problem with keeping his bow-tie straight. He was dressed in a pair of plaid pant that went to the waist, a simple brown tail-coat and a nice cheep green vest he had picked up a few years back. He always wore a pair of round wire-rim spectaculars that curved over his ears that stuck out like his fathers.

George Jr, was appropriately named because he looked just like a younger version of his father. The only difference being that his hair was dark-brown hair with side-burns which he grew out and slicked back. He also had hazel-eyes, like his mother. He wore a simple tan suit with a light brown cabbie hat on his head.

Katherine wore a brown dress that matched her father's and most of her brothers. It was a plane working dress, the type she preferred, with very little ruffles and lace and easy to move around in. She wore a pair of brown stockings and simple high-laced boots. Her hair was up in a loose-bun, as of the fashion of the day, and she wore a simple bonnet on her head. She wore a light brown overcoat around the whole thing and her mother forced her to wear make-up so that she'd look good for today. Like her brothers she had the ears that stuck out. Which drove her mother crazy. And she also had her father's cursed freckles, something only Roland had gotten when he was younger but eventually grew our of. Her hair was a light brown and her eyes hazel. She wasn't skinny or plump like her mother and father but she did get her mother's cursed big hips and lips. Which set her mother off on finding ways to show off these features. Today her mother had relatively let her off the hook as far as what she wore. The only thing she made her add was a pair of brown women gloves to match her mothers.

Aunt Veronica was the odd one out when it came to the color scheme of brown. She wore all black. Her dress was simple and plain. It was tight but not so tight as her garish sister. She was skinny and boney just like her sister, and and she kept her dark brown hair back in a tight bun. She wore no mack up, only a simple, non-chalant sun-hat that cover her intense brown eyes. She was pale and morbid looking. Her dress had long sleeves and the collier went all the way up near her chin. She wore a grim expression on her face everywhere and already and several wrinkles along her mouth, eyes and neck. And to make her appear even older, she carried a black umbrella which she often used as a walking stick where ever she went.

And so this is the McHoustons. A plan group of Americans to say the least, but with the crowd they where standing in, they definitely stood out from the rest. McHouston had for some reason expected many bags and trunks for unpacking, so he brought along a large sum amount of his staff to come help unload. There also included some friends That MR. and Mrs. McHouston picked up on the way. Not mention Roland, Robert, and George Jr.'s family who tagged along. And of course, the friends that are always by Katherine's side, Ruth.

Ruth wasn't really a tomboy like Katherine. As a matter of fact she wasn't very strong or athletic at all. She was a short, plane girl with dark reddish brown curly hair. She wasn't fat but she did have a belly. She was terrible clumsy and had a horrible nervous habits such as biting nails, picking skin, burping, hiccuping. She wasn't very smart, she wasn't very graceful. To tell the truth most people paid her no mind. But Katherine liked her. Katherine was her friend. So here she was right with her, like she always was. Hey, she was one of the few female friends she had.

"I just can't seem to find them..." mumbled Mr. McHouston squinting and searching through the crowd.

"Do we even know what they look like?" asked June, who was standing on a crate trying to get a better view. "Heyyyyy!" She yelled flapping her bony arms wildly, "It's us the McHoustons, over here! WELCOME TO AMERICA MICHELSON!"

"Michaelis!" her husband corrected.

"Oh, SORRY! I MENT TO SAY MICHAELIS!" She screamed.

"Juniper!" Veronica snapped viciously, "What in the world do you thing you're doing!"

"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm waving them in! HELLLOOOO! MICHAELS, OR MICHELSON, OR NICALIS OR...WHO EVER YOU ARE!"

"Michaelis!" her husband interjected.

"RIGHT, RIGHT, MICHAELIS!"

"Where are they at?" asked Roland stepping in, "Do you see them?"

"NO, I'm just yelling in that general direction," June gestured toward the boats with the many passengers flooding out into the new world. "I figured that they would hear me or see me and come over. I mean...how can we be expected to find them we don't even know what they look like! And what about them, why, they're in a strange new country! They don't know they're way around and they can't tell us apart from any other average Joe and Jane."

Suddenly something dawned on Katherine.

"Wait...did you say...'they'"

Her father turned and looked at her, "Yes, they."

"So, there's more then one!"

"Of coarse honey, didn't we tell you."

"No, no, no! You told me we where getting a butler. A butler, that's one butler!"

"And we are."

"Then who's this other person?"

"His daughter."

Katherine froze, then blurted. "A daughter! You didn't say anything about a daughter!"

"Yes, he has a daughter, her name is Alice, I believe."

"What happened to the mother?" asked Veronica noisily.

"She died when she was very young...apparently it was very tragic and so he likes to keep very good care of his daughter. In fact, I believe he mentioned that he barely lets her out of the house."

"How old is she?" asked Katherine.

"Well, let's see...I believe she's about your age."

Katherine flinched. Here comes the squeal.

"OOooooh! Katherine you can have a sweet new friend! And I'm sure she has so many interesting things to talk about what being all the way from England, she can even give you some pointers on how to be a lady I'm sure, and she must be soooo cute, I can't wait to meet her!" her mother rambled excitedly.

Just what Katherine was afraid of. She probably was cute. She probably was a real lady, and she definitely would be forced to spend time with her. She could already hear her mother 'Oh Kathrine come look at how cute Alice looks in this dress. Oooo, Katy don't you wish you could be as gentle as Alice. Oh Katherine, why can't you be more regal and graceful like Alice!" She was already annoyed.

Everybody had gone back to searching for the Michaelis. Katherine slumped down on a crate and heaved a big breath.

"What's wrong Kate?" asked Ruth curious to why the sudden foul mood.

"Oh, you know Ruth...you know how mom gets when she meets, you know...prettier girls."

"Oh," recalled Ruth, understanding. Ruth sat down next to her. "You know, you don't know what this Alice girl is like yet? She might be really, you know, really ugly or something."

Katherine laughed, Ruth was always good at making her feel better. "Yeah," she said, "but that's not the point. I mean think about, she was raised in England by a butler. And not just a butler, apparently the butler if you want to be, you know, high class and crap. He barely let her out of the house. She's only been around lords and ladies and stuff, she's probably a freaken' little princess."

"Yeah but...you don't know that."

Katherine looked away, she looked up towards where her mother was waving. A man and a young girl were walking toward them. The man was in a fancy black tux, he moved swiftly and comftantly. The young girl was dressed to the teeth in a fancy pink poofy dress. She knew her mother was going to go bananas when she saw it. Just as she expected. Posh and uptight fancy pants. She sighed, this is going to be a long day.

A/N: This was more of a set up chapter, we'll have some great McHouston and Michelis interaction next chapter, hope you enjoy!