Hello!

I hope you're doing well!

I have some to share a non-Hetalia fanfiction - and I guess some news.
So this is one of my first fanfictions which I posted on Wattpad way back when, though later I deleted it as I didn't really want to post fanfiction there (long story short). And then I was thinking that I would like to branch out as I love Hetalia, but sometimes I'd like to write other things / original work or fanfiction in a different fandom/ so I've decided to publish and rewrite this story here!

So I guess this sorta will mark the end of my "Only posting Hetalia fanfiction/fanworks" Phase, so expect to see some new non-Hetalia fanfictions be posted soon - but I shall continue to write the Hetalia fanfiction until they are complete and to my liking. And that is it.

Also - a short warning I sometimes write Haruhi wrong - but I've proofread this and I believe I've spelled it all right - but if you find it's wrong and want to let me know, feel free to PM. Okay, that's it for the long author's note, enjoy the rest of the fanfic author's notes free! Ciao.

/Last Note: the French is Google Translated - /

Enjoy!

-TheMGMouse

Location: Music Room 3# aka. The Host Club

Time: Around 3:00 PM

Kyoya and Tamaki were sitting in Music Room 3 about an hour before the rest of the hosts. They were using this rare bit of free time to work on homework and get ready for the Host Club or at least Kyoya was. Kyoya sat on the couch, typing away on his laptop and Tamaki sat next to him on a cushion on the floor with a stack of homework in front of him.

"Hey, Kyoya! Did you know that Haruhi birthday is in two and a half weeks!? It says right here on my calendar!" Tamaki looked up from an essay he was writing.

He yanked out the calendar that he received from one his customers, that he had decorated with glitter and crayon. (To be honest, it now looked something created by a five-year-old).

Why he still had it Kyoya didn't have a clue especially since he had given Tamaki a calendar for Christmas.

"Is that so?" Kyoya asked, barely looking up from the laptop's screen.

"Yes! And it's her SIXTEENTH birthday! You know what that means, right, Kyoya?" Tamaki didn't even wait for his friend to respond, "It'd be her sweet sixteen! Oh Kyoya, it'll be the most magical time of my young daughter's life!"

He had pulled out that old beat up mini tv from when they first met. The screen barely worked, but somehow Kyoya was watching a slideshow of sweet sixteen parties and "the wonder and magic" that came with it.

"So Kyoya, what should we do first?" Tamaki asked as the slideshow ended.

Tamaki continued to talk on, but the rest of his words just melted into a bunch of gibberish.

"Woah, slow down now. There's no we in that project." Kyoya said

"What do you mean Kyoya?" Tamaki asked confused.

"I'm sorry, Tamaki, but with the annual Valentine's Day event, and the cosplay event coming up- What is the theme again? Roman or something?"

"Oh yes! Roman Gods! It's a good idea, huh? Very romantic, yes?"

"True, but remember I'm also planning for Honey and Mori's graduation."

Tamaki stared at his friend blankly, the mini tv sitting on his lap.

"Have you forgotten that Honey and Mori graduate soon?"

"Well, I-"

"Don't worry; I've been taking care of it. Honey's favorite cakes are being imported all the way from his favorite bakery in France and those noodles that Mori likes are also on the way. Now, where was I? Oh yes, besides our budget doesn't have enough to support another big event like that."

"Our budget is EMPTY!?" Tamaki yelled throwing the tv into the air somehow catching it. "How'd that happen!?"

"No, you dumbass it's just low. Listen to people when they speak."

(It'd be nice considering how long people have to listen to you) Kyoya wanted to add, instead, he said, "It's just if we keep spending money like this we'll eventually go bankrupt. We should be okay in a few weeks, but until then we can't afford any more of these extravagant events."

"Well, can't you send the Roman cosplay things back and cancel the event?" Tamaki asked shyly.

"No, do you know how much it cost to ship Golden chariots and armor?! They're NOT cheap! Besides, they'll be here in two days, and our costumers already paid extra to have a great feast and watch a chariot race for next week."

"But Kyo- "

"No Tamaki, if you want to throw Haruhi a sweet sixteen party, you'll have to pay for it yourself, out of your own pocket."

"AGHHH!" Tamaki yelled, hurling the poor tv across the room.

Tamaki then proceeded to curl up in the corner and grow mushrooms.

"So not even one cupcake?" Tamaki asked, his big puppy eyes looking up at Kyoya

"Not even one candle." Kyoya shot back, eyes locked onto his laptop, "I wish you lots of luck Tamaki, especially knowing you and money."

Mommy's foot was down, and Daddy didn't dare to argue.

Tamaki sighed and examined at the wall's pattern as he continued growing mushrooms. Eventually, he put his head on his knees and sighed.

A half hour went by before Kyoya finally broke the silence.

"Alright Tamaki, enough sulking." Kyoya smoothed out his uniform.

Only mumbling came from the mushroom covered blonde head.

"We need to get ready for our guests and the other hosts should be here any minute now." Kyoya continued, pushing his glasses up.

Which Tamaki loosely translated into 'Let's get you presentable for when the rest of the club gets here.'

Slowly, Tamaki left the safety of his gloom corner and walked back over to the table they were occupying, he slouched down on the couch in a dramatic fashion.

"Kyoya? Are you sure that you won't help me?" Tamaki asked pitifully.

Kyoya walked over to the Host Club's snack area and began to polish the cups and silverware, and take stock of their refreshments.

'This club really feels like a household that can run only by a single mother sometimes' Kyoya thought to himself, 'a that was apparently his job.'

"Now, I never said I wouldn't help. If you need my help, I can help you. Just not financially, but I think it would mean more coming from just you."

"Yes, but I hardly even know Haruhi!"

"It's been almost a year since you've met Haruhi, Tamaki. There must be something you've learned about her in the eight months you've known her."

'That's right' Tamaki thought and rested his chin on his hand, 'I have to know her by now it was almost the anniversary of her breaking that vase.' A smile leaked onto his face as he remembered that day fondly,

Kyoya smirked, "Well, think hard Tamaki. What do you know?" Kyoya quizzed as he picked up a big pink vase and began polishing it. "Let's see what's her favorite color?"

"Purple," Tamaki whispered softly grinning as he remembered.

"Good," Kyoya gathered a stack of plates and silverware and napkins, and hefted it over to one of the tables and began to bundle the silverware and napkins. "Worst fear?

"Thunder,"

"What she wants to be when she grows up?"

"A lawyer."

"What is her favorite food?"

"Tuna, the fancy kind we've been bribing her with all this time. Oh, Kyoya! I know I'll decorate her party all tropical themed and get her lots of fancy tuna!" Tamaki's bounced clearly out of his depression. "Thanks, Mommy!" He ran over to Kyoya, "Hey Kyoya? What kind of brand does she even like? Wait. She's never had fancy tuna! What kind WOULD she even like?!"

Kyoya was only partly listening to the blonde's tuna-obsessed panic. An Ootori didn't eavesdrop.

Then Tamaki grabbed Kyoya's shoulders suddenly very businesslike, "Kyoya! Where on earth can I find fancy tuna? You know just like the kind we had at your house that one time?"

Kyoya walked back to the couch and table with his laptop and sat Tamaki down.

While Kyoya was typing madly on his laptop, Tamaki took the time to (literally) fling the forgotten homework aside and pull the mushrooms from his hair.

"Here," Kyoya handed Tamaki his laptop carefully as if he were a child, "all the tuna you could desire."

"Thank you, Kyoya." Tamaki then was sucked into the screen, "hmm.. gluten-free... sugar...150 calories...skinny diet..."

Kyoya went back to his silverware bundling and watched amused as Tamaki continued searching on WeLoveTuna .com. Kyoya watched with envy as Tamaki typed rapidly, Tamaki was so much faster at typing than Kyoya.

Kyoya laughed, "Easy Tamaki, what did the keyboard ever do to you?"

"Stole my best friend." Tamaki teased.

"I've been working!" Kyoya rolled his eyes with a huff, "I can't just watch your every move all day everyday Tamaki."

"Why not?" Tamaki asked as he skimmed through the reviews of the XL fancy tuna pack."It's a full-time job to have these good looks and takes another full-time job just to stare at them, so they don't go to waste!"

Finished with bundling the silverware, Kyoya moved onto bigger, brighter things which included setting the tables, placing new fresh roses in their vases, and sweeping the practically shattered tv off the floor.

'No doubt Tamaki will find some way to fix it,' Kyoya smiled, amused as he also grabbed Tamaki's bag and set both the bag and the tv in the break room.

Grabbing his charger from his bag, he walked out of the break room, "Charge it before it dies this time."

He threw the charger over to Tamaki. The charger itself landed on Tamaki's head with a comical"boing!" Before rolling off into a corner unnoticed by both boys.

A little while later, Kyoya finally collapsed next to Tamaki done with all the pre-hosting chores.

He opted for writing in his book instead of looking over Tamaki's shoulder, but couldn't help but smirk when out of the corner of his eyes saw his enthusiastic French friend click the buy now button on the 'Fancy Tuna Associated Catch package'.

Then Tamaki set the laptop down impressed with himself began bouncing and skipping around the room. "BRAVO! QUI QUI! Je l'ai fait! YAHOO! Ce sera une fête extraordinaire!"

'Same old Tamaki.' Kyoya smiled to himself, grabbed his laptop opened a new window and began to do more computer work.