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Ciel Phantomhive finds out how REAL Americans take their tea 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

Summary:

ciel disapproves of southerners

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(Based off thoughts I had while making sweet iced tea)

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Ciel awoke, but…Sebastian wasn’t near him, and this wasn’t his bed. He was fully dressed, and lay sprawled out in the middle of a paved road. It was late in the night, and the only light came from the crescent moon and a weird-looking street lantern. Ciel sat up, and quickly glanced around. He seemed to be in a neighborhood, though it wasn’t like any he had seen before. The area was oddly clean, and all the houses had fairly well-taken care of yards, like small manors. He stood up. Sebastian clearly wasn’t with him, as he would have been by the young master’s side immediately.

“Guess I’ll ask whomever’s in these manors for guidance…”

He locks eyes on the nearest manor, walking up the many stone stairs to the front door.

“No gate? How careless.”

Ciel knocks a few times on the door before it was eventually opened.
A young boy, about the same age as Ciel, answered. His hair was wet and being held back by a tie, and he carried a glass cup of tea with…ice? He must have been in the process of making some when Ciel had knocked on the door.

“Who are you? What are you doing out so late?”

The boy spoke with an accent different from Ciel’s own. Ciel quickly assesses the boy’s features, then responds.

“I am Ciel Phantomhive, heir to the Phantomhive family. Something- Ciel’s gaze hardened. -seems to have brought me here.”

“Huh…well, I’m Asher. That seems exciting, at least.”

The boy seemed unfazed. Odd. Ciel changed the subject instead, a bit suspicious.

“Is that tea you’re holding?”

Ciel gestured to the iced reddish-brown drink in Asher’s hand.

“Yeah. I was just making some sweet tea when you knocked.”

It was then that Ciel noticed the mountain of sugar sitting at the bottom of the glass. His one visible eye widened.

“…Exactly how much sugar is in that tea?”

Ciel inquired, fearing the answer. Asher thought for a moment, recalling how much he’d added.

“Uh…About five scoops.”

Ciel recoils, then physically takes a few steps back.

“FIVE SCOOPS?!?! HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU ALIVE?! DO YOU HAVE THIS OFTEN?!? THIS IS BLASPHEMY!!! THE QUEEN SHOULD HAVE NUKED THIS GODFORSAKEN HELLHOLE!!!AUGHAUGHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

It was then that Ciel Phantomhive lost his mind.

The end.