Yay! Beyblade/Ouran crossover. This shall be fun… D (Beyblade was my first anime love, and Ouran is one of my current obsessions!) XD This idea just popped into my head (like most my ideas), partly inspired by my friend's writing and also a Bleach fanfic I read the other day.

It's so amazing how different Team Euro are in the manga than in the anime…I like them better in the manga, they're so cool! But the anime gives them more screen time, even though it does show them in a bad light…

This is dedicated to my best friend Sammi-chan aka. Katachii, because she can write better than me…and I couldn't think of anyone else to dedicate it to... (j/k xP)

Summary: What if the four best beybladers (not to mention richest kids) in Europe were sent to Japan to attend Ouran Private Institute? Beyblade/Ouran Crossover! Written for a friend.

Chapter 1: The foreigners

'You know, I don't see why our parents sent us all the way to Japan just to go to some weird school, which has buildings that are…pink? Doesn't that seem a bit…gay?' The hot-headed teen grumbled as he brushed his maroon hair out of his eyes (not being permitted to wear his bandana or much hair gel, the force of gravity was against him.) Still not satisfied with his appearance he loosened his shirt from his trousers, unbuttoned it and discarded his tie. He didn't even bother with his blazer. He hated uniforms, they were too restricting and not to mention Robert-like. 'Why didn't they send us to a more manly school instead?'

'They probably wouldn't have let Oliver in.' the blond replied, earning a scornful glare from this elegant French friend, which in reality looked kind of pathetic, like a hurt puppy. Not quite the expression he was aiming for.

'Hey! Enrique, that's not fair! Just because I look a little feminine…' Oliver fought back. Taking out a mirror from his pocket, he brushed an eyelash from his cheek, not recognising the irony of it.

'"A little feminine"?! Heh, that's an understatement!' Johnny sneered, observing his lime haired friend's actions. 'Hmm…That girls school, down the road…What was it called again? The one with the lesbians in it…' The red-head smirked, looking back over his shoulder to Enrique for enlightenment.

'Lobelia…I think.' The Italian grinned cheekily, his sapphire eyes sparkling with mischief.

'That was it…Lobelia…They'd let Oliver in for sure.'

'Hn!' Oliver pouted.

'Hey, Oliver I'd bet you'd look cute in the girl's uniform!' Johnny teased the Frenchman.

'Aw! Come on Olly, we love you really!' Enrique beamed grabbing his friend by the waist and ruffling his green locks, much to Oliver's horror. He'd spent the whole morning getting his hair right.

Robert led them down the well decorated corridor noticing the amorous gaze of many a girl upon them and the disgust on the faces of the rest of the male student body. How dare those foreigners walk around like they owned the place!

Why were they causing so much attention? The purple haired blader pondered…Perhaps it was Johnny; he's always to blame for these sorts of things.

'Johnny! Would you act with more dignity?!' Robert scolded. 'You're starting to cause a scene!'

'Shut up Robert! Who are you? My mother?!' The teen shivered at the thought.

The German cleared his throat, thinking it best to change subject.

'The reason we're here, is because our parents felt that we should spend some time to get to know each other better, although we already do that enough, too much if you ask me, but I also felt it would improve our teamwork skills…' The purple-haired German spoke matter-of-factly.

'Urgh! Again with that teamwork crap! When will you give it a rest already?!' Johnny snapped, crossing his arms and turning away. 'It's like that Tyson boy actually got to you or something…' Oliver and Enrique turned to each other and winked. (1.)

'Aww…Poor little Johnny is scared of teamwork, just the thought of it makes him wet himself!' Both Enrique and Oliver mocked; Johnny inevitably became pissed at them. He grabbed them both by the collar, but looking up at his lavender glare through his wine-colored bangs; they couldn't take him seriously, he looked too hilarious and they began to giggle.

Robert sighed being the oldest and (of course) the leader of the 'team', it was up to him to break up the fight…but something caught his attention. He turned and to his left and there stood the entrance to a (presumably) un-used music room. He wondered, if he could drag them in here he could prevent them from causing more of a scene then they already had and knock some sense into them. He reached for the door handle and proceeded to turn it, but as if by magic, the door opened itself and the scent of cakes, tea and delicate flowers wafted out into the corridor, making them all stop in their tracks.

'Irasshaimase…' Came a chorus of voices.

Johnny let go of Oliver and Enrique who were dying of laughter in his grip, dropping them to the floor. They got up and all four team members gawped as the seven figures standing in front of them became clearer. The red-head moved his mouth to speak.

'I think…They're defiantly gay…'

(1.) Now that I think about it, Oliver and Enrique seem like the twins at this point.

…Of course more of the host club in the next chapter…I'll try to do alternating POVs.

:D Please don't forget to review… (All hard work and no reviews make me a grouchy girl…)