Foreigners in Ouran

by PrussianVitals

The countries' bosses think it would be a good idea to have them become 'exchange students' at various schools around the world. Each semester the countries will travel to a new school. Now, it's Japan's turn to be the host. But when the countries are assigned a school with a Host Club, everyone gets suspicious as to who they really are. Can the countries survive the Host Club?

1. Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first fanfic! Yay! I really liked the idea of an Ouran/Hetalia crossover. I don't know why. I will try and update every week, or as often as I can. I might skip a week because of school or something but you can expect updating frequently. I haven't watched OHSHC in a long time but I am rewatching it, so you might see some OOC but I'll try my best. I don't have a spell checker on my document program so there might be a few spelling and grammarical errors here and there but I will proofread as best as I can.

CHAPTER ONE: FOREIGNERS IN OURAN

The foreign exchange students stood in front of the biggest school they had seen. All the countries had gathered together to form a foreign exchange program so they could learn more about other cultures and get along better with eachother. This time Japan was picked to host the "exchanges". Japan didn't feel the best about the situation, he had his reputation and honour to protect here. He was reluctant to agree in the first place, but he must take his turn. It was only fair. How bad could it really be? Japan had no idea.

The school was huge. Bigger than anyone had expected. Except for Japan. Like the other nations, he knew his country inside and out. If he were blind he could find his way around. The other countries, who were not as familiar with Japanese ground, stood gawked, gazing up at the large, luxurious building where they would spend a school year learning Japanese customs. "Dude, this place is huge!" The American looked on wide-eyed, his voice unnessissarily loud. Most only responded with a small nod, too busy trying to take in the pictureque view. England only gave America an annoyed look.

"Let's not waste time," Japan led the group of "students" single file up to the front door. Japan was about to open the front door but he stopped, remembering a key detail. "Oh, I just remembered! The students must not find out we're countries. You will have to use human names. You get to choose your name, but keep it simple. You'll need to use it a lot." Following the Japanese country through the halls, the rest looked out of place in their military uniforms and what not. Escpecially Prussia, with his white hair and red eyes, not to mention the little bird taking nest in his hair. "This was going to be fun," be thought to himself. "I'm finally able to spread my awesomeness to others."

Japan stopped the group in front of Music Room #3. Hungary, who was admiring the beautiful artwork on the ceiling, ran into Prussia. "Heh. I knew my awesomeness was great, but I didn't know that you couldn't resist it. Keseseses," Prussia sneared and stuck his tongue out and the used to be "boy" Hungarian. "S-Shut up, Prussia! I was trying not to look at your back! Oh, and you are so unawesome." Hungary tried covering her face with her sleeve to hide her blushing. A rush of fresh rose petals fell from the ceiling to greet the exchange students as Japan opened the door to Music Room #3.

"Welcome to the Host Club!"