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Warning: Slight yaoi in this, so don't like, don't read, you know the drill.

"Ahhhh! Britain's going to get me!" Italy screamed as he ran down the halls of what looked to be a school. He was followed by Germany and Japan, trying their best to catch up to the retreating Italian. They were being chased by Britain (obviously), France, America, and Canada who were drastically catching up to the three of them. Panting, Italy turned a sharp left and up a flight of stairs with the nine nations soon following him.

"Italy-kun! Please stop running!" Japan exclaimed as Italy reached the top of the stairs and took a right. "B-but if I do, Britain and the others will capture me!" the auburn-haired nation yelled back. Just as he was running out of hallway, Italy noticed a big door with a sign above it that read: Music Room 3. He sprinted up to it, just as the other countries were gaining on him. "Ohonhonhon~ we've got him now!" Italy took a deep breath, grasped one handle, and turned.

"Alright everyone, hurry up," Tamaki, class 2-A, said," We don't want to keep our princesses waiting. They'll be here any minute. Places everyone places."

"Uh, boss," Hikaru, class 1-A, said.

"Haruhi won't wear her outfit," Kaoru, class 1-A, finished.

"What do you mean she won't wear her outfit!?" Tamaki shouted. "If she doesn't wear it then the entire crew thing is ruined."

"What's the big deal?" Haruhi, class 1-A, said. "I don't wear half the stuff you give me so why should it come as such a shock to you now?"

"Now Haruhi, the costume tends to attract more customers," Kyoya, class 2-A, said. "And, quite frankly, you could use the help. Have you not forgotten the 8-million yen you owe us?"

"Fine," Haruhi said. "I'll go change, but you shouldn't dangle that over my head all the time."

Just as Haruhi left the doorknob turned.

"Ready boys," Tamaki said as everyone got in to place.

Instead, a scared looking guy in a blue uniform walked in. When he noticed that there were other people in the room, he let out a shriek and started frantically waving a little white flag in the air. "Aaahh! Britain's pirates have me surrounded! Please don't capture and torture me with your bland food because it really is terrible! I'll do anything you want and tell you everything I know!"

The Host club stood in confusion as the man kept rambling about being captured. Then, an angry looking blond man closely followed by a small, calm man entered.

"Italy, you idiot! You can't just run away when-" The angry looking person cut off when he saw the other confused people in the room.

Three or four guys ran in the music room. One had shoulder-length blond hair, another had abnormally large eyebrows, and one had a cowlick and glasses. The Host club wasn't sure if there was one other that entered. "Why'd we stop?" The man with glasses asked. Slowly, the others realized of the Host club's presence.

"What's going on out here?" Haruhi asked as she opened the door. The Host club has been known for getting into trouble, but this time they had outdone themselves. There was a man in a blue uniform tied up in a chair. Another man with rather large eyebrows seemed to be questioning the one tied up. One was in a headlock, being held by someone with glasses and a rather annoying laugh. A guy with long blond hair was hitting the one in the headlock and trying to ignore someone who was trying to politely get them off his ally. The twins were gliding around the room bugging everyone, and Tamaki was shouting at Kyoya to do something. Somehow, Hunny and Mori were ignoring the whole thing and eating cake. Haruhi noticed that someone was sitting alone in the corner with what looked like a stuffed bear. She walked over to him. As she got closer, she realized he was talking to a real bear. Whoever it was didn't seem to notice her at first.

"Excuse me," Haruhi said.

The man turned to her in surprise like he wasn't expecting her to notice him.

"Yes?" he answered with a quiet voice.

"Can you tell me what's going on here?"

"Oh, sure. Italy's tied up, Britain is questioning him, America has Germany in a headlock while France is hitting him, and Japan is trying to make both of them let go." He said that like this was a daily occurrence.

"What? Anyway, who are you?" The man got rather annoyed by this question.

"I'M – I mean, I'm Canada."

"Canada? Again with the country names. . ." Canada, or whatever his real name was, shrugged and went back to talking with his bear, who demanded food.
Meanwhile, Kyoya was frantically typing on his laptop while Tamaki was looking over his shoulder. "Did you find anything about our guests yet?" Tamaki asked.
Kyoya fixed his glasses and answered. "I've done extensive research trying to find out who each of them are, but none of them seem to have any records. Apparently, they're nonexistent."

"Nonexistent? What does that mean? They're right here!" Tamaki motioned to the "guests", who looked like they were about to start an all-out war in the music room.

"Get off of me!" Everyone turned just in time to see "Germany" push "America" off. As this happened America stumbled back into one of the tables and knocked it over. That started a domino effect as all of the tables knocked into each other and shattered most of the tableware.

"Whoops, haha," America said.

"…and this is why we can't have nice things," Kyoya said, closing his laptop and standing up. "It looks like you've all caused a lot of trouble. Those table sets weren't cheap."

"I'll fix it," Britain said reaching for his back pocket. Shocked he searched his other pockets and his boots. "I can't seem to find my wand."

"'Well then it doesn't do us any good then, does it," France said.

"Oh shut up, Pepe Le Pew!" Britain said. "It's not like there's anything you can do!" Just like that the two were fighting.

"Wait just a second," Haruhi said. "Weren't you guys just on the same side three seconds ago?"

"What's your point?" Britain said. They were both trying to choke each other now.

"Don't you guys think you should stop fighting before you break anything else?" The twins said in unison.

"Well, now there is the problem of how much you owe us," Kyoya said. "You've broken quite a lot. Of course, you will need to pay for the damages."

"There's just one problem with that," Italy said. Germany had taken the opportunity to try to untie Italy. "You see we fight a lot but we never bring any money with us when we do."

Before Haruhi could interject, Tamaki pointed to all of the nations. "Since you don't have the money to pay us back, we have a saying here. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. You guys have to work as the Host club's dogs to pay off the debt you owe us!" Haruhi should have seen that coming.

Everyone had a surprised look on their faces except Italy, who was saying something about "Grandpa Rome". Even Canada was a little shocked. The nations all glared at America and Germany, noting that it was their fault. Tamaki ignored this as he said, "Now, you all can't be wearing those things." He pointed at their military uniforms. "Mori-senpai, get our new recruits school uniforms."
Mori ran out of the room, leaving Hunny to enjoy his cake.

"What exactly do you want us to do?" Germany asked.

"I'm glad you asked! You will help us out with our customers, making them feel welcome and entertain them to their liking. And, you can't object. The customer is always right, you know."

"Well, you can count me out. I'm not doing it." England objected.

"Oh come on, Angleterre! It will be fun, no?" France said.

"All of you have to pay this off, since you all caused it!" Tamaki butted in. England noticed he wasn't going to win this fight, so he gave in.

"All right, then."