Chapter 2 - Introducing the Host Club

Canada, no Matthew Williams stood in front of the class. The teacher had asked him to introduce himself, which he did, however he doubted anyone heard. No one ever listened to him anyway. The main target was sitting near the front. There were two more targets in the class but they were both low on the list. Thinking of these children as 'targets' was... unsettling.

Now, the problem was getting close to him, any of them. The main target was part of a club that he had absolutely no interest in. Just the thought made him feel like a pedophile. He may have the body of a teenager but he was way older than any of them.

He took his seat in the middle of the classroom, taking notes diligently, even though he knew it all anyway. He took this opportunity to watch his fellow classmates, all of them. If he watched just one or even a couple he would look suspicious.

Lunch couldn't come fast enough. He had taken his lunch with him. Italy took the liberty of making lunch for everyone. In the lunch room something chaotic was happening. Kyoya's friends were having some sort of food fight. Twins, identical except their hair, were throwing everything within reach at each other. For some reason, one thought it was a good idea to dye their hair blue and the other pink. Whatever they wanted to do with their hair was their business, but he thought schools had regulations. Maybe the rules didn't apply if your parents were millionaires.

A table in the middle of the room was empty so he sat at the end alone. He didn't know anyone yet but that was fine for now.

iiiiiiiiiii*Across the lunchroom*iiiiiiiiiiiiiii*

Kyoya ignored the commotion in front of him in favor of his lunch. The new transfer student sat alone in the middle of the lunch room. He had done some research on this new student but found nothing interesting about him.

Under normal circumstances he would have let it go but something was wrong. He couldn't access all of his information. He hadn't meant to dig so deep but it was full of mystery. On the surface it was normal, like it was put together just for show.

Renge, the host clubs self-appointed manger, had made herself comfortable next to him. The transfer student looked really uncomfortable next to her. He was just glad she was no longer obsessed with him. When the club activities were over he had his own project to take care of. If anyone in the club found out what he was doing it could be troublesome.

iiiiiiiiii*On the School Grounds*iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

His first day of high school, ever, was boring. Canada had found out a total of nothing; unless you count the fact that Kyoya's friends were really weird.

During lunch he had met a loud girl. She reminded him of his brother, in a good way. She was excitable and very energetic. Soon he found out she spoke French, and that made it easier for him to talk to her.

"Matheu~" Renge said, running after him. He stopped and turned to her. "Hey Renge, do you need something?" he asked. "Do you want to to introduce you to Kyoya-senai?" Canada felt his face heat up. He had been caught. What should he do? Think quickly! "What? No, I just, um..." 'Lame!' he scolded himself. He really didn't do well in situations like this.

She smiled coyly. "Oh, OK. Hey, meet me for lunch tomorrow." She waved and skipped off.

iiiiiiiiiii* At Japan's House*iiiiiiiiiii

Germany was on Japan's computer doing research. There had to be something online to help him make a better plan. Maps of the schools charts, graph paper and pencils were scattered in front of him. His brother was absolutely no help.

He was getting no where. He sighed and leaned back. Japan was the first to come back. "I'm home." he called out. "Welcome back, Kiku." Germany responded. They had decided that they would use human names even in private. This would help them get used to using them in school. He was still wearing his black school uniform. Somehow, wearing that uniform made hem look younger. That was helpful for their mission.

The other three weren't far behind. When everybody was sitting comfortably in the living room, Germany decided to question them. He was gong to find out something!

That night Germany thought about how little they learned. Both America and Italy had direct contact with the targets however the other two did not. They were both soft spoken, so it wasn't surprising. He pushed them to hurry, they didn't have much time.

It was embarrassing, he had accidentally forgotten America's brothers name. He was just glad that he had written it down. He just kept forgetting him for some reason.

The next few days had continued in a similar manor. With each new piece of information the plan became more solid. In the end, it was up to Japan how they were going to deal with this kid.

One day Canada came back and said that he was invited to join the host club. Secretly, Germany was glad that he wasn't in that position, he figured that it must be very uncomfortable.

"That's awesome dude!" America shouted. Japan patted him on the shoulder, "Good job." Canada sighed, "Thanks, I guess." Prussia burst into the room and stood with one leg up on a chair. Germany sighed, he thought that his brother was asleep.

"Let me show you some cool poses that you can use to that will make all the ladies we-" "That's OK, I don't need that." Canada said quickly.

iiiiiiiiiiii*Music Room 3*iiiiiiiiiiiiii

Mori once again had pick up Haruhi. Club activities had just ended and Tamaki was laying his feeling out on the line. Haruhi was a little harsh, but he just couldn't himself when she needed his help.

That was when someone burst through the door. Renge walked up to Tamaki, who was still pouting, and Kyoya. "As the host club's manager I want to make a ittsy bitsy change." she said too sweetly. During this time he had forgotten that he was still holding Haruhi. When he put her down she seemed relieved.

"Oh?" said Kyoya, "And what would that be?" She smiled brightly. "I want to add a new host." she replied.

That got everyone's attention. "What do you mean-" "a new host?" asked the twins. He was glad they were back to normal. "His name is Matteu Williams and he's really charming in a cute way." Mori almost felt Honey's shock. Honey had always been the cute one. "He's the shy, moe type!"

"Moe?" asked Haruhi. Tamaki, on the other hand, had the look on his face that meant he was coming up with an idea. "The moe type... he's also a scholarship student... and a foreigner..." To each of these observations she nodded vigorously.

Haruhi turned to him and asked, "He's a foreigner?" Hikaru answered for him, "Yeah, he's from America." "Actually, he's Canadian." Kyoya corrected him. "Is there a difference?" asked Kaoru. Mori was glad that she didn't bring him.

"Tomorrow after club activities are over, bring him in for an interview." Tamaki announced. Mori wondered what this new member of the club would be like. If Tamaki decided he wanted him in the club nothing would stop him, nothing in the world.

The next day the host was dressed normally for club activities. Honey waved goodbye to their last guest. He was sitting on Mori's shoulders.

He like having Honey on his shoulders. He was comfortable with him. Honey was his best friends and the person closest to him. He loved protecting him, even when he didn't need it. Mori hoped that he would, someday, marry someone like that, someone that he could protect.

Renge came in the floor unannounced, like she always does, unless she's coming out of the floor. She was dragging a hesitant looking, blond boy. He was almost as tall as Mori was.

"Hey everyone~" called Renge. Everyone went to sit on one of the groups of couches that Tamaki usually occupied. Renge was sitting too close to Williams. He was looking more and more uncomfortable. "Alright," said Tamaki arching his fingers in front of him. "I'm Tamaki Suo" he stuck out his hand. Williams took it gently. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Matthew Williams." he responded.

Mori leaned forward to hear him. Williams spoke in almost a whisper. Renge was getting excited. "So you want to be a host?" said Tamaki. Even though he was talking in his normal voice, he sounded too loud next to Williams. Williams bit his lip and said quietly, "Well, I don't know. I'm not really good at talking to people. Plus I thought you had to be... ya know, good looking." While he was saying this he was fidgeting in his seat.

His Japanese was surprisingly good, what Mori could hear of it. "Mori" said Honey. "let's get some cake." Honey was still worried about not being the cutest anymore so he was trying to get as much attention as he possible could.

"Really?" asked Williams. Mori had missed whatever Tamaki had said. William looked a bit surprised. A light blush spread across his cheeks. "Do you really think that?" Williams whispered. Tamaki nodded and announced, "Yes! So it's decided. You'll meet us here after school for club activities tomorrow."

iiiiiiiiiiiii*Just outside the school grounds*iiiiiiiiiiii

Somehow Canada managed to get into the host club. The host club leader, Tamaki, called him 'moe'. He understood what that meant but he didn't think it applied to him. Was he really Moe?

At least Germany would be happy. He was the last person to come in contact with everyone on the list. But was he really moe?