Butlers and Nations

by RavenExpert

A Hetalia and Kuroshitsuji crossover.

Be careful of possible bloody scenes.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own both Hetalia or Kuroshitsuji. Every rights go to their respectful owners.

"...Ugh...ah..."

Deep inside the pile of rubble, a voice of deep breathing could be heard. Arthur was trying to stay conscious while trying to push a large brick wall which was at his sight. He tried to sit down, since the place where he was buried had a small space in it. The space was enough for him to sit down. He just wasn't able to do that. He continued to lie down, as he breathed heavily.

When he touched his head, he could feel a liquid running down. However, since it was dark, he couldn't see it clearly. For seconds later, his eyes were finally able to see through the dark. When he looked around, he saw that his left leg was trapped under a pile of large steel planks. He tried to move it, when he saw that one of the planks were holding a large brick wall on the other end.

Arthur knew that if he tried to move it again, then his leg will surely be crushed. He was in a pinch, and he couldn't be sure that the others would be coming to get him. Minutes later, his vision started to blur. When he closed his eyes, he could hear someone was shouting.

"Arthur! Hey, Arthur!"

This was a bit of a shock to Arthur, which made him opened his eyes again. He looked at upwards, and it turned out, Alfred was rummaging through the bricks and steel planks to get to Arthur's location. Alfred seemed to be able to purge through the walls easily, as if he didn't have any trouble with it. After a while, he was finally able to reach Arthur, under those piles.

Ciel only looked at Alfred in awe, since he was able to throw the steel planks and giant brick walls so easily. Of course, Sebastian would be able too, since he's a demon butler, but this fact made Ciel wondered even more, who these two really were. Could it be they're demons, like Sebastian?

"Arthur! I finally found you!"

"Alfred? Shouldn't you leave already?"

"Yeah, like I can leave my 'ex' brother behind!"

"Where did you come from anyway?"

"That large hole!" Alfred pointed towards a giant hole at the brick wall on the right side of the warehouse. It connected to the outside, so maybe they came from there. Arthur sighed as a sign of relief. He also saw Sebastian helped to remove the obstacles.

Alfred noticed that Arthur's legs were trapped, and then he went over to throw away the steel planks, including the large brick wall. After he did that, he helped Arthur to sit first. For a second, Arthur felt that Alfred was serious for once.

"Whoa! Look at the blood coming out from your head!"

"Looks like I was a bit careless..."

That touching incident was at a silence for a moment, until Sebastian asked the two. "Okay, I guess it's time to answer our question."

Arthur looked at Sebastian for a moment, then he lowered his head. "You've known this much, well then, might as well say it."

"Wait a sec! Won't your mission be failed or something like that if you say it?" Alfred asked Arthur, to prevent him.

"They'll know eventually. Part of it is my fault, not being able to hide it better."

"We just want answers right now." Ciel demanded the duo.

Arthur sighed. He tried to stand up, helped by Alfred. He still breathed heavily, because his wounds were quite severe. Not only his head was bleeding, other parts of his body also wounded.

"It's a pain to explain. I got the gist of you Reapers from the Queen, but not about the demons. Why don't you use that Death Scythe at me and see what happens?"

"Arthur, what're you-!"

William sighed. "I guess you ask this the hard way. Grell Sutcliffe, I leave it to you."

"With pleasure~!"

Grell quickly dashed towards Arthur, and used his chainsaw to slash his chest. He slashed it in a way similar to when he did the same to Sebastian in their first fight. Arthur shouted in pain for a second there. As blood spilled out and fell to the floor, lots of recording, like a film, came out from the wound. Arthur endured the pain for a while, since he knew that he couldn't possibly die. He coughed out blood as he fell down to the ground. Alfred was shocked for a minute. Then he helped Arthur to regenerate his wounds.

William and Grell quickly took a look at the records. After a while, Grell was shocked. William still showed his emotionless face. The records were very long, far longer than ordinary people. As if it didn't show any signs of ending. Ciel and Sebastian were speechless about this.

"What is the meaning of this!" Grell yelled out.

The records showed when the previous Queen's rule, the first when United Kingdom was formed, and especially, the unforgettable event; American Revolutionary War.

Easily said, the records contained all the events that involved United Kingdom's participation.

"No way! How old are you exactly!" Grell asked Arthur with an impatient face.

"Should you really bother about that?" Arthur replied to Grell's question, as his wounds healed themselves little by little.

"A self-regeneration..." so William said when he saw Arthur's healing.

"So, does this mean you're an immortal?" Ciel was pretty curious about this finding.

"Maybe so, but when this country dies, then I will go down with it too."

"Then, the reason why your name is not listed in the book is that you're the country itself, is that correct?" William asked Arthur in a serious face.

Everyone, except Grell, was not shocked by this. As if, they already knew this from the beginning, or maybe they were just emotionless.

"It's impossible! I've never heard a country takes it's own form and roaming around the street!" Grell yelled out his statement.

"You just don't recognize them is all." Arthur answered Grell's confusion.

"Now I know why I feel there's something different about you two." Sebastian said it in a rather hard tone.

"I couldn't expect less from a perfect butler."

"Then, this Alfred guy here is..." Ciel looked at Alfred's direction, while the latter just looked away.

"He's also a nation. "Arthur Kirkland" and "Alfred F. Jones" are our human names. We are known to public as this name."

"So, then what are your true names?" William asked the duo.

Before Arthur answered, his wounds have healed completely, and he didn't need Alfred's help to stand up.

"I'm England, or you can say, the United Kingdom itself."

"I'm the United States of America. Call me America for short."

This revelation pretty much shocked the group, and silence were brewing in the air.

In the midst of that silence, Ciel cleared his throat. "Let's continue this elsewhere. Now, we know that a demon is the culprit. We shouldn't be idling here. For now, let's go back to the manor and rest. This is too much for a day."

"You're right. Let's go back. This place gave me the creeps..." America got a slight chill running down his spine.

"Aw~! We still haven't played enough!" Grell activated his chainsaw in full speed. However, William used his Death Scythe and grabbed Grell's shirt.

"We don't have time. We still need to investigate, Grell Sutcliffe." so he said, as he smacked Grell to the ground, leaving the latter in pain. He dragged the red hair outside.

"Working with a demon is a pain." The two disappeared into the darkness of the night. As the two left, the rest of the team went back to the manor. This was really one heck of a day.

The citizens around London and other towns continued to go missing. Even though yesterday was a giant finding, it still didn't put the case to a stop. Ciel sipped his morning tea as he read the morning newspaper in his usual study room. He sighed a bit, as he put the his tea on the table.

"Our allies are nations, and the culprit is a demon... The Grim Reapers aren't helping too. Not only that, we still have these two other people who are involved in the case to deal with; the one with the iron pipe, and the shadow you chased."

"Is this why the Queen felt so uneasy?"

"I don't know. Could be. We also still haven't find much about the case. The culprit is a demon. For that, we're sure."

"So, Young Master, what do you want to do from now?"

"Best that we got an information about that guy with iron pipe. England and America sounded like they know him. They may know more. It shouldn't hurt, right?"

"Yes, it should be."

"Well, we shouldn't be chatting here. By the way, how do you know that they aren't human, Sebastian?"

"Their soul feels different from any of normal human. I first thought that they were demons, but demon's soul have their own different feeling."

"Make sense. Anyway, call them here, Sebastian."

"Understood."

Author's note:

Chapter 7 finished. This is another one of my favorite chapters. I suddenly get all excited when writing this, since it's the reveal of England's and America's identity. Russia's appearance should be any minute now. This is what I meant by bloody scenes, although I know that some of you may have waited for this to happen. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I like it! I don't know how I will continue this story, since I'm still trying to figure out whether I should bring up the other characters of Hetalia or not. What do you think? Please read and review, guys!

Oh, and also, from now I'm not gonna write Arthur and Alfred anymore, but England and America. Since their identities are already leaked out.

Alfred is serious in this chapter? I myself never thought that I'd written him that way.