"Honhonhon!" Francis took a step toward Ciel, waving his sword madly. Ciel backed up against the wall.
"Baymax! I need assistance." He shouted.
Baymax blinked and stepped between the two males.
The sword sliced through Baymax's body, clanging against his metal frame and ripping his skin stuff.
"Oh no." Baymax walked to Ciel's desk and proceeded to tape up the wound.
"Bastard." Ciel hissed, holding up his walking stick defensively.
Suddenly a blonde man with huge eyebrows walked into the room. "France, a lady shrouded in bold font told me to find you."
"But why?" Francis turned his back to Ciel.
"She said we have to stop hijacking other stories."
"But I 'avent 'ijacked anything yet!" Ciel saw his opportunity and slowly lifted his walking stick over his head.
"Well, this lady seemed pretty scary."
"Russia scary?" Francis asked as Ciel prepared himself to strike.
"Worse." The highly eyebrowed man stated.
Francis screamed.
Just before Ciel brought his stick down, a figure was thrown clumsily on his desk.
"And stay out, stupid demon." William adjusted his glasses with his hedge clippers intensely, standing on the windowsill with Grell.
"No! Don't take Bassie, Will! I want him to stay!" Grell shrieked from behind him.
Sebastian picked himself up and dusted his coat off.
"I'm quite sorry, young master. Grell lured me away by dressing like a cat." He explained smoothly.
"Meeeeeow!" Grell dug at the air like a majestic Crimson feline.
"You idiot." Ciel rolled his eyes.
"Deepest apologies." Sebastian closed his in shame.
"No! I'm sorry!" A tiny voice said from the corner.
"What was that?" Ciel asked. "Do we have ghosts, Sebastian?"
"I'm not a ghost. I'm Canada!" The voice corrected. A blonde man materialized from the corner, a sprig of hair twisting away from the rest.
"Mathew!" Francis shrieked happily.
"Who is that sexy man?" Grell stepped out in front of William and leapt at France.
"Honhonhon! What beautiful rouge 'air!" Francis complemented, catching Grell mid air.
"Bloody hell." William and Arthur said in sync.
William used his hedge clippers to grab Grell by the coat and pull him back.
"So you want me all to yourself, do you Will? Very well. I'm gonna rock your world baby!" Grell tugged at William's vest while William sneered at him.
"Come along, Grell. You have work to do." William tugged Grell away by the hair.
"We best be going, as well." Arthur grabbed Francis by the ear and dragged him out. Mathew followed obediently, apologizing quietly for the disturbance.
"So," Sebastian smiled innocently at Ciel. "Did I miss much?"

Oh look, a sequel. I warned you. Sequels don't turn out the best. This went haywire, but sanity is for the weak.
So, France and Grell? Meant to be? Notp? You vote. Comment your opinions for me.
Thanks.
~TJM