It wasn't just about his mother. Tamaki longed for France for another reason, one that only his father knew about. The poor Prince of Ouran sacrificed more than his maternal relationship when he chose to live in Japan, to do as his grandmother demanded; as the frail-seeming tyrant of the Suou family required, Tamaki cut off all contact with not just his dear mother, but his sœur, his sister.
She was beautiful, the last time he saw her. The features that served to make Tamaki such a heartthrob in the eyes of the female population of Ouran were repeated, with subtle differences, on her. They both had blonde hair, but where his was golden, the color of sun-ripened wheat, hers was lighter, almost platinum. Where the King of the Host Club gazed at the world through violet orbs, his little sister's eyes were a clear midnight blue. Both, however, were quick to smile, and quick to make friends. Having been raised together by their mother until quite recently, they both enjoyed the finer parts of life; however, while Tamaki focused on his music, studying the piano for years, the only girl in his heart (before he met Haruhi) concentrated on dancing. So many happy afternoons were spent with his family this way, him seated at the grand piano in the ballroom of their home while his sister flowed with graceful movements and his mother, his poor, frail mère, watched and listened and laughed.
It hurt now to play any music. For a few songs, those that his mother or sister had particularly enjoyed, it hurt to even listen to music. Perhaps that subconscious ache was the driving reason behind choosing a music room to contain his club; after all, if the room was put to a different use, then one less room on campus could accidently hurt him with his past. It may also have been the motivation behind hiding all pianos in the room behind and underneath curtains; as the commoners say, 'out of sight is out of mind'.
And so Tamaki pined for the days of his earlier life, when he was surrounded by love, light, and music. To him, it seemed that the world was darker now, an abysmal place where the strong preyed on the weak and laughed at the sufferings of those considered inferior. What he, and more importantly, his grandmother, didn't know was that Yuzuru was not just a puppet, bowing to the whims of the woman who gave birth to him. No, behind that wide grin and carefree manner lurked the mind of a man determined to do right by his family.
It was true that the woman he fell madly in love with in Paris had a frail constitution; however, were there not doctors and hospitals in Japan as well as France? And his little girl! That little bundle of life and joy that kami-sama had, in all his benevolence, seen fit to bestow upon them even after the birth of their son! How could he leave his precious girls in another country, so far away from him? After all, had his mother not just commanded Tamaki to come live as the heir to the Suou fortune? Surely, given enough time, she would see that the boy was more than acceptable to one day lead the family and would finally recognize him as her grandson. And it was only a small matter after that to persuade her that his daughter, her granddaughter, was just as worthy of attention as her older brother!
And so it was that Usagi and her mother moved to Japan a few months after Tamaki.
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A small teaser. I have a few ideas about where I want this to lead, but feel free to suggest your own!