"Ugh…." Tamaki Suoh groaned, blocking the ray of sunlight streaming from the window, his head pounding like a bass drum in a marching band. His stomach was turning, whatever he had eaten the night before threatening to make an appearance.
Wait.
Last night.
What had happened exactly?
Tamaki glanced around, headache searing, his vision slightly blurred, trying to make sense of his surroundings. All he could remember from the night before was meeting up with his friends to celebrate the first day of summer and then….that was it. He assumed that he was drunk, the tell tale signs of a headache making themselves his first priority.
"I bet Shima-san put something in the cabinet for me to take…." Tamaki flopped out of bed, looking very un-princely, and wandered in the general direction of the bathroom, only to find a closet, knocking down several fluffy white robes, and figuring out that this room was much, much, too small to be his room at the mansion.
"Where am I...?" Tamaki steadied himself, looking up, down, all around him, but nothing was familiar. It was obviously western, no futons or tatami mats in sight, and now that he noticed, the landscape outside was much different from the beaches back in Japan that he had been to. There was no mountains, no lush greenery. Only sand and sunshine with the salty water a murky green-blue.
Fear shot through him. Was he alone? Had someone come with him to this strange place? How had he gotten her? This was definitely not Europe, as no early morning beach goers were topless. If these people were not Japanese or European, what were they?
"Oh no…" Tamaki growled, sinking onto the cushy bed. At least this was an obvious five star hotel.
"Hmmmm?" Someone mumbled from the bed, turning over. Tamaki whipped his head around, surprised by the sudden sound. His vision was nearly back to normal, and everything was starting to come back into focus even if the headache hadn't died down a fraction.
"Huh?" The person groggily lifted their head, rubbing their sleepy eyes. The over sized t-shirt hung limply off one of her shoulders, a few sizes too big. Her short black hair stuck out in every direction
"H-Haruhi!" Tamaki jumped up, gluing himself against a wall, suddenly hyper aware of being shirtless and hung over.
"Sempai!" She cried, fully awake now. She, too, seemed to have the same reaction to the strange surroundings. She glanced around, frantic. "Where are we? I don't remember having a suit case last night. These are my dads clothes…"
"Umm…Haruhi…Why are you in my room? Or, this room. Where ever we are..." Tamaki was sweating now. Why was the girl he loved, and the girl who had confessed her love for him after the Ouran fair, sleeping in the same bed? Half naked at that, while he had on only pajama pants.
"Oh…umm…" If anything, she was even more lost for words than he was. The two starred at each other, wide eyed.
"I remember a little bit…The twins started drinking after Hunny and Mori got into the limo. Hunny gave us some wine he had found in the cooler of Kyouya's limo. I only had a buzz but everyone but Kyouya-actually, I'm not so sure he wasn't drunk- was dead-drunk after a couple hours of driving around and pub hopping. I tried to leave, but for some reason were all being herded onto Renge's private jet…" Haruhi scratched her head, trying to remember everything.
"And then it's all a blur?" Tamaki glances at her, taking a stab at what she wanted to say.
"Yeah. I wonder if any of the other are here. Are we all alone?" Haruhi looked him in the eye, the question lingering in the humid air.
It all happened so fast both had no idea what as going on.
Electricity made little sparks as the two leaned in towards each other; the kiss each had been waiting for finally going to become reality. When their lips were nearly touching, breathing jagged, the sweet scent of the other intoxicating-
"OPEN UP!" A loud banging interrupted them, each sporting bright red faces as their breathing returned to normal.
"Who is it?" Haruhi called, pulling her shirt down to cover her childish strawberry underwear.
"US!" The mysterious visitor called back, immediately followed by agenized groaning.
Tamaki pull open the door to reveal the twins clutching their foreheads and gritting their teeth.
"You're hung-over, aren't you?" Tamaki stepped into the hall, Haruhi pulling on a pair of shorts she had found before following after him.
All of the red eyes teenagers were starting to emerge from their rooms, the plush carpet sinking under their bare (or bunny slippered) feet. Hunny looked ready to kill while Mori was leaning against the door frame of their room about to pass out.
"We're not in Japan." Tamaki stated when everyone was settles. Kyouya was staggering as he rolled his eyes, anyone who saw him would have flinched.
"Ingenious findings, Milord," Hikaru mumbled sarcastically.
"Based on Haruhi's memory, it seems as if we were all heavily intoxicated upon boarding Renge's private jet and have awoken in a foreign land," Tamaki put his hands on his hips.
"Foreign land?" I thought it was only a country…." Hunny looked up. He had popped a couple pills while Tamaki walked, and the effects took hold right away in his small body.
"I believe I know where we are," Kyouya said, flipping his phone shut. He sighed as a group of alien girls passed, blushing at the group of good looking, half naked, Japanese mean. Kyouya's festive flowered shirt was open so much that it could have been off.
"Then spit it out!" Hikaru said, everyone eager in anticipation. The hall was quiet except for some random lines of the unfamiliar language.
"I believe we're in America."
The group stared, disbelieving at the shadow king.
Only Hunny and Mori had been to America, and that was for training the military.
Haruhi was in shock. She had barely ever made it outside Tokyo, nevertheless been on an airplane!
"How can none of us remember a 14 hour plane ride?" Haruhi asked when her voice came back. She couldn't believe that she had no memory, or at least an indistinguishable one, of her first ever plane ride. And she was in a foreign country for Pete's sake
With the Host Club.
Haruhi shivered, hoping they all knew enough English and American culture to squeak by.
"Well, men! We must do what we do best in tough situations!" Tamaki cried, pointing at an object far off in the distance.
"What's that?" They all asked.
"Improvise!"
A/N:
EDIT: all of the spelling mistakes-most of the spelling mistakes- have been fixed! Please enjoy Hungover Hosts!!
OMG this is the most fun I've ever had writing a fanfiction, except Moodswings (which I would love it if you guys checked it out! I'm going for 200 reviews in the next year!). It's an idea that I've hit around and cleaned cobwebs off of for over a year. When I actually started writing it I was so excited! The idea just kept coming. Please review! The Host Club will never make it back to Japan if you don't!!
There will be a second chapter, I've already started it. I apologize for the abrupt ending. My friend Stevvie pointed that out. But there will be a companion!
(Please correct any of my English mistakes. Not my first language ^^)