The Serenade of the Devil(BoyxBoy Kuroshitsuji FanFic)

Biscuits and Gravy...???

The sun rose early the next morning, last night's storm had passed and drops managed to fall from the window. My body was slowly shifting from it's state of subconsciousness. It was still fogged and it was calling me to go back towards my slumber. A groan left my body as it shifted to find some comfort. I really hope Sebastian isn't awake yet.

"Good morning." I heard my partner say to me.

"Morning..." I groaned. Fucking bollocks...

"I was just about to order some breakfast, is there anything you'd like?"

"Why yes." I said as I sat up, I could see the marks Sebastian left for me as I looked down. Damn, I never imagined they could be this purple.. My wardrobe better be able to cover this up... "I haven't had a proper English breakfast in ages. I'll have that if you don't mind."

"Gotcha." Sebastian said as he picked up the telephone, only to hang it up once my request ran in his head. "Wait... What the hell is proper English breakfast?"

"Seriously?" I asked, amazed by the dumbfounded look on Sebastian's face. "It's bacon, fried mushrooms, black pudding, tomato, beans, toast and sausages."

"Alright..." The demon said and once again picked up the phone. He hung up moments later.

"What now?!" I growled, crossing my arms across my chest.

"What the fuck it black pudding?!"

"You have GOT to be kidding me, Sebastian! What do they feed you Americans?!" I sighed in irritation as I got out of bed and literally stomped my way towards the phone. "Just let me do it!" I pressed 1 and brought the device to my ear, I only had to wait a few seconds before the receptionist answered the phone.

"Good morning! How may I help you today?" Her voice sounded very cheerful and vibrant as she answered my call.

"Ello love~." I said with a cheery attitude that had Sebastian widen his eyes in shock. "I just want to order some room service."

"Oh, alright. Please hold while I transfer you to the kitchen."

"You're a saint, cheerio then." When I looked over my shoulder I could plainly see Sebastian was still shocked over how I was interacting with the staff. "Don't look so daft." I said with a slight purr, "This is only natural for us Brits."

"Hello, this is the head chef. What can I cook for you this morning?" A man's voice, that appears to be in it's 20s, answered ten seconds later.

"Hello mate." I said, sitting back down on the bed, "How well do you know English meals?"

"I studied abroad in London while I was in college." He said.

"So you're familiar with English breakfasts then?" I asked.

"Quite." He replied.

"How grand! Then I'll take a proper English breakfast!"

"Will that be all?" The chef asked.

"Not quite." I told him, "There's an American here too and he hasn't ordered yet."

"Just tell him I want biscuits and gravy." Sebastian replied, he had gotten up moments ago and was about to step into the shower.

"You want... What?!" I could see Sebastian turn around with a smile on his face. He quickly walked to my side and took the phone from me.

"This is the American." He said, "I'd like to have biscuits and gravy please. Oh, and could I get some scrambled eggs with those?" There was a pause, I'm guessing the chef was replying to Sebastian. "Room six sixty-six... Alright, have a good one." As he hung up the phone I was still baffled by what Sebastian had ordered. Biscuits... With gravy?!