A/N: I don't own Hetalia, or Ouran High School Host Club. Though i took the host club ideas that will be further in the story, it's not a cross over. Romano is not Haruhi, this story is totally different but with same ideas from other animes.

Romano sighed as another day was coming to a close; he was glad it was ending, but dreaded the thought of having to move away from his original home and close friends…well the few that he had anyway. Mentally groaning, he wondered. Why do I have to move to another damn country? I've been perfectly fine at home but we have to move... His grandfather had gained a great job offer in America and that's where they were now, America, the damn country that clams to be free and give liberty, justice, and freedom to everyone. What a bunch of bull. The Italian didn't really like any other country, besides Spain and Italy, so he sort of … ridicules the others, despising them for no real reason.

The reason he has to move is because he lives with his grandfather, who happens to be the only relative that gives a shit about me… He does have parents, but they didn't want to have, or raise, a "misbehaving, potty mouthed, whiny brat who would be a waste of time to raise." Romano scowled at nothing in particular as he slouched in the seat of his Grandpa Rome's car.

Thinking about his nonno again, he realized long ago that he didn't mind living with him, though he doesn't know why the crazy man says for people to call him Rome, and enjoys the company of at least one family member. The Italian sighed, looking out the window as he thought, I bet if I had a twin brother it'd be a better life and more interesting. Rome glanced at his grandson, feeling the sad, negative, depressive aura that Romano was giving off, and smiled. "What's the matter my little nipote?"

Romano scowled even more. "I'm not 'little' nonno." Rome had merely chuckled, but was glad he put a small smirk on his stubborn nipote's face. "And nothing's wrong…I'm just worried about missing my show."

The big man shook his head, a smirk still plastered on his face. "You'll have time to watch it when we are done moving." They turned onto a road that there new house was settled on. "And anyway, Antonio isn't going anywhere," Romano blushed as his grandfather mentioned the name of the male character he fell in love with, "unless he was written off for a few episodes."

"Nonno!" The smaller Italian shouted at his grandpa, thinking, worrying about the possibilities. "Don't say such a damn thing, ever! That would never happen! He's the best fucking character out of the bunch, and it'd suck if he wasn't in it anymore."

The character they are talking about is Antonio Fernandez Carreido; the only Spaniard on the anime show Romano's hooked on. The show is called Gakuen, and it's all about a host club full of handsome boys; it's a comedy of the stupid adventures the club gets into, and Romano doesn't really mind. Honestly, the only reason he watches it is to see and watch Antonio.

He never really understood it, why he fell in love with the "idiotic tomato bastard"; all he knew is that Antonio was the only guy that Romano had these feelings for. Sure he may not be real, but a boy could dream, right?

He sighed, calming down as he looked out the window. "I wish that the show was real; then my life wouldn't be so fucking dull and boring." Rome glanced at his young grandson and shook his head, turning into a driveway.

"Were here!" The energetic man said as he shut the car off and got out. Romano got out as well, scanning over the new house they'd be living in. Like my life couldn't get any more shitty. The house in itself was fine, Romano just didn't want to be there or anywhere where Italy wasn't. "Isn't it grand?"

The younger Italian rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, nonno." It's actually quite nice. The house was a regular two story white house with red shutters and a red roof; with the green grass all around it, it's a perfect house for Italians to live in; it's almost like the house was the Italian flag…upside down. Romano chuckled, and his grandpa took that as a good sign. They moved into the house to see what it was like, and it was sort of normal, plain almost. Living room to the right, kitchen to the left, staircase connected to the right wall, a hall going down near a room and the bathroom; upstairs there were just two rooms and a bathroom. "It's just a damn house…to frickin' plain."

"At least we have a roof over our heads." Rome smiled as he went into the kitchen. "My look at this beautiful kitchen!" The other Italian was excited as the young boy rolled his eyes, chuckling at his nonno. "It's big, and roomy! We could have a family feast in here!"

Romano shook his head as he sat in the living room. Now that I think about it, the character named Feliciano almost acts just like Grandpa Rome. He chuckled at the connection he made. For all I know, he could be my twin brother. Shaking his head he got up and went upstairs. In your dreams, Romano. In your dreams.

Hours later, everything was unpacked, they didn't bring that much since it was a long trek, and Romano was glad to be done; he hated being active, but he'd do something if he had to. Turning on the TV, he saw that his show was just about to start. "I love you, Nonno!" They were having a problem with electricity earlier, and Romano was cursing so much; he worried about not being able to see his favorite show. The man just chuckled as he sat down to watch the show with his grandchild.

*An Italian's Wish Come True*

The next day, Rome had scheduled a tour of the school his nipote would start going to. The Italian man was happy to find out that the school's name was exactly the same as the anime's school, but he wouldn't say anything to Romano, yet. It may have been called Saroka Academy , but it wasn't going to be the same; there isn't any host club for the school…at least not yet.

They arrived at the school minutes after the principal did, and started on the tour instantly. Romano was shown where everything was, but he could care less about it all. All I need to know is where the cafeteria is, and I'll be fine and dandy. Through the tour, Rome had gotten into a deep conversation with the principal; Romano took the chance to run, and headed off into a different part of the school.

Earlier on, he saw a room saying "Music Room #2" and wanted to check it out instantly. As he made his way back over to the room, he felt a sort of shocking tingle run through his body. That's frickin' creepy…I hope this school's not haunted. He chuckled at the silly thought and made his way to the door. He finally got to the door, sighing as he looked at it. It looks exactly like the damn door that opens to the host club. He smiled at his wishful thought, slowly opening the door that kept him from the other side.

As he opened the door, he heard a bunch of boys say in unison "Welcome." The Italian blinked as he tried to focus on who said that. He knew that today was a Saturday, so there shouldn't be any school, but he figured there were delinquents who wanted to make trouble. But then why is it that they say 'welcome' when they're making trouble? Idiots.

Before him was the Saroka Academy's Host Club. His eyes went wide as he rubbed them. What the hell? He thought. Is this a fucking joke? Where the hell did these freaks come from? He looked around the room and realized it was the same as the one room in the anime. Is this for real? There's no way in hell someone could try and pull this off. His thoughts kept racing.

While he was trying to comprehend what he was seeing, the group of boys looked at him, waiting for him to do, say anything. A blond in the group cleared his throat, trying to gain the Italian's attention, but failed. His eyebrow twitched a bit, but he still put on a smile. "Welcome to the Saroka Academy Host Club." Romano was still deep in his thoughts, so he didn't really hear the Frenchman speak. The blond pouted. "Honestly, lately a lot of boys have been coming to this room, and all of them never speak or have the least bit of decency to say a nice hello."

"Oh, stop complaining Francis," the only Brit in the club scowled at the Frenchman, "you know as well as I do that you don't mind being a host for guys."

"Still," Francis stared at the boy in the doorway as he huffed a sigh, "they're never that much fun to play with as much as girls." The Brit rolled his eyes. "It's not like you care though, right Arthur? You actually have a boyfriend."

Arthur blushed as his American "boyfriend" leaned on him. "Shut up!" He shouted at the Frenchman. Glaring at the American, he knocked him off. "And Alfred," the other blond smiled at the Brit, "how many times have I told you to stop leaning on me?"

"But Iggy~," the American chuckled as he glomped the Brit again, "I'm tired, and bored. There's no one to entertain."

"Just…get off of me you git!"

As the three boys were doing their usual bickering, the Spaniard in the group had come over, gaining Romano's attention as he spoke. "Hola," Romano glanced at the tanned host, "so, are you here to be entertained by a host?" Romano's eyes went wide as he blushed. Is…is that Antonio? Holy shit…it's the bastard who likes tomatoes…did I just die and go to an unearthly heaven?

A/N: This story is my 20th that i've uploaded and i can't believe, I remember when i got this account just to review some stories that i liked, but then all these stories came to me.

This one is going to be another attempt of a Spamano story, and I hope you all will like it just as much as the other. This is just a prologue, and if it sucks, i'm truly sorry.

Thanks for reading! And i hope people will review, i'd like to know what you all think. I'll update soon, loves ;)

A/N2: I fixed something so now the School is called Saroka Academy instead of Gakuen...honestly I didn't know that Gakuen meant School, but hey, we learn things every day, right? ^^;