Tailed Wings

Chapter 10

I DON'T OWN HETALIA!!!! OR BLACK BUTLER!!!!

Gilbert cleared his throat and glared at Richard. “We’re here.”

          “That was a long drive.” I yawned as I got out of the car and stretched. “So Artie, where are they?”

          “I don’t know.” He said, a look of complete confusion on his face. “They said they would be here waiting for us in their plane.”

          “Well what would you expect for zhose trous ass (Ass holes).” Francis said, looking a little upset still. “Zhey all ways do zhis.”

          “Nu-uh remember when we went to Hawaii? They were there on time.” Arthur retorted, they started bickering while everyone else started to lounge around on the grassy area near the private air strip.

          “So Kaycee, where do you think they are?” Richard asked sitting next to me.

          “I don’t know.” I sighed. “They are the butler of the demon Earl Ceil Phantomhive, so maybe he had them go and do something for him real quick.”

          “You think so?” He asked.

          “Yeah, and of course when they’re done he’s going to come here with them.” I said. “You know I wonder why Francis hates those two yet loves Ceil, it’s just so weird.”

          “Let’s go and ask then!” Antonio yelled appearing out of nowhere and picked me up.

          “Hey guys!” He yelled excitedly again.

          “What?!” They both yelled at him making Antonio cower behind me.

          “Hey no need to yell at him.” I scolded them a little and checked to make Lovino wasn’t around (Since he’s so protective of Antonio and vise versa). “I was wondering why you like Ceil, but hate Claude and Sebastian?”

          “Well unlike zheir boss, zhey are big trouble makers in zhe underworld.” Francis said.

          “Well not anymore, and you know that Francis.” Arthur poked him in the chest. “Not since they started serving Ceil.”

          “That doesn’t quite answer my question.” I said looking at Francis again. “So? What did they used to do? Since, it seems, that is what made you hate them.”

          “Well, a few hundred years ago I was part of zhe demon police,  zhey were hitmen working for the worst demon of all.” Francis said. “I never could take him down zhough, especially when he succeeded in becoming zhe King of hell.”

          “Vait, they used to vork for Lucifer?” Ludwig asked, and that’s when I realized everyone was gathered around us.

          “Yes, but they don’t anymore.” Arthur defended. “Actually, when they figured out what his plan was it was too late for them to stop him.”

          “So, how did they try to stop them?” Liza asked.

          “Zhey tried to blow up zhe castle in hell.” Francis said. “I stop zhem zhough since zhat would upset all of zhe world’s balance.”

          “So what happened after you stopped them?” I asked completely into the story now.

          “We knocked him out so he couldn’t arrest us.” A voice said behind me as two pairs of arms hugged me from behind. “It’s good to see you again, how have you been?”

          “Oh, I’ve been good.” I said happily turning around to hug both Claude and Sebastian. “I’ve missed you guys.”

          “We’ve missed you too.” Sebastian said giving me his mischievous grin.

          “So what’s going on with your back?” Claude asked. “That huge bump wasn’t there the last time we saw you.”

          “Oh……..um.” I didn’t want to remove my coat due to the slight chill that seemed to run down my spine, making my back hurt a little.

          “DUDES~ KAYCEE HAS WINGS!!!!” Al yelled excitedly.

          “Who gave him sugar?” Arthur asked trying to get Francis’s arms off from around his waist.

          “No one did.” Al said. “I just can’t wait to be going.”

          “Is it because you get to see Jessyca~?” I asked in a sing-song voice.

          Al blushed a deep, crimson red. Everyone there was smirking as they started to get on the private jet. Sebastian and Claude stood outside for a moment before getting on though. The looks on their faces worried me. They looked like they were having a serious argument. When they boarded I didn’t ask what was wrong, but instead just looked at them while Sebastian gave me a smile, while walking towards the cockpit.

          “All right guys, are you ready for takeoff?” Claude’s voice said over the microphone.

          “HELL YEAH!” Al yelled, and they were off.