A/N: This is my second multichapter fic, but i hope you like it! It may be updated less frequently, but i love the idea so...

The Prologue!

The day had started out normally. The Host Club had decided to do an WWII night, as Tamaki had gone and imagined of another romantic fantasy. So, Kyouya did minimal research and assigned every member of the Host Club a country whose military uniform they were to wear. They were arguing over which country each of them would be, when the door burst open. The typical shower of rose petals followed, and when they cleared, they revealed a young woman, probably in her 30's. Her hair was light brown, and her eyes were a beautiful shade of green. She wore a light green maid's dress, and was giggling madly. Tamaki welcomed her in.

"Hello, my princess. And what have i done to deserve the pleasure of the company of such a beautiful woman as yourself?" He asked, and kissed her hand. He was promptly whacked with a frying pan. He passed out immediately. She screamed, yelling curses in a foreign language.

"DIE FR-" She stopped in the middle of hitting him for the second time, as though seeming to remember where she was. The frying pan seemed to float in the air. She hid it behind her back and walked elegantly around Tamaki's fainted body, ignoring the semi-shocked stares of the rest of the Hosts.

"Hello everyone! It's so nice to meet you all. I'm Elizaveta Héderváry. May I speak to your manager?" she queried politely. At the sound of her title, Renge appeared through her usual underground platform.

"Hello, madam, I am Renge," she said "Manager of this club!" She said dramatically. Lizzie squealed. She grasped Renge's hand within her own.

"Kyaa~! I'm am so happy to meet you. I had heard all about this club from my good friend Kiku, but this is amazing. Your native Frenchman shocked me, and I am truly sorry about the blood, but I have had an...unfortunate," she coughed there. "experience with the French. Anyways, i have learned from my indisputable sources that you, my friend, are a yaoi fan!"

Renge nodded her head slowly slightly confused. Her counterpart squealed once more.

"And it has come to my attention the you believe yourself to be in possession of at least two couplings right?" Renge continued to nod, more fiercely this time. "Well, what would you say6 if I told you one of your so called pairings is a farce!" Hungary said, her excitement growing at Renge's reaction. The girl had put a had over her mouth in betrayal and looked at the hosts. She nearly fainted , but Elizaveta grabbed her shoulder. "I have a proposition to make," she said, staring the girl right in the eyes. Renge nodded weakly, one hand at her head. "I could provide you with three couples, as in six hot men, you can add to your club! You merely need to allow me to visit these men for free, once a day!" Renge's world suddenly brightened. Oh this would be amazing!

"I'll bring them by tommorow, along with my fiance," Lizzie said. "See you then!" She skipped out of the room giggling like mad.

Tamaki still hadn't woken up.

So yeah, that was the prologue. Hope you like! Next chapter: The Newbies!