Finally! Another chapter! Sorry for the late update, but, again, I had to get some pairing problems cleared up with my co-conspirators. Anyways, enjoy!

"Wel- wha…?" The Ouran Host club muttered, staring in confusion at the strange group before them. They all seemed strange and out of place, if not handsome. Foreigners, it seemed, from the looks of it.

"Uh…" The group stared at each other in an awkward silence, until Haruhi spoke up in a slightly suspicious voice.

"Who are you?" This seemed to snap a few of the others out of it, and Francis started screaming at them in French. Arthur kicked the blonde, and muttered something (probably an insult) in English. The 2 glared at each other, like they would start going at it any minute.

"Will you two cut it out!" Another, stern-looking blonde snapped at the two. (A brunette behind him seemed to have dozed off.) "And you, Feliciano! Get up!" The brunette blinked, before smiling up at the angry blonde.

"Ludwig! I just had a dream about you! There was this big pasta, and we hadn't eaten for days, and-" Ludwig slapped his hand on the other's mouth, looking away. His cheeks were tinged red.

"You've told me this dream before, there's no need to tell me twice." He muttered, and Feliciano nodded. They looked at each other fondly, the blonde's stern face softening slightly. Their peaceful moment was interrupted by another shout.

"What the hell! Don't touch me you bloody pervert!" Arthur Kirkland shrieked, his fist landing on the French blonde, sending him flying with a bloody nose. A blonde nearby started laughing, while Arthur just glared at him. "And don't you get me started Alfred." He snapped. The other just kept on laughing.

"Um, excuse me, but who are you guys?" Haruhi asked again, a little bit louder. Kiku, having noticed, walked over to them calmly, bowing.

"I am Kiku Honda, and we're the World Academy Host Club. I'm sorry for the ruckus we're causing." He straightened himself, looking at Haruhi with a tiny smile.

"World Academy?" Haruhi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"World Academy is a school for the children of wealthy families all over the world, so there are quite a few foreigners. There is also a popular rumor going around the city that they have a host club, known for its exotic and handsome men. The President is Francis Bonfoy, a Frenchman. The Vice is Arthur Kirkland from Britain." Kyoya explained, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"That's right you bloody wanker! I suggest you make yourself presentable, Frog, or else!" The Brit shrieked, pointing rather rudely at the Frenchman now hiding behind a certain German, pouting.

"You shouldn't be fighting." A soft voice spoke up, but no one noticed. A glasses-clad blonde started laughing hysterically.

After 30 seconds of British cursing, American laughing fits, and a clingy Frenchman, the German had just about had it. Thankfully, Ouran's Host Club decided to step in. Mori silently stepped between the two, resulting in Arthur's wrath turning to him, but was silenced when Honey decided to join and looked up at the Brit with his innocent smile. "Would you like some cake?" Arthur's anger slowly dissipated, before sighing in resignation.

"Thank you, but I must ask you to try some scones I made, I brought them as a welcoming gift and-"

"NO!" The World Academy Hosts (excluding Arthur of course!) shrieked as one, pulling Honey away from the Vice.

"He didn't do anything to deserve such an awful fate!" Francis shrieked, hugging the small blonde.

"I'm sure he appreciates the offer, but there's no need!" Alfred agreed, covered in a cold sweat.

"Stop acting like my cooking is so bad!" Arthur shrieked, waving around a box of what must have been the so-called 'scones'. Somehow, Tamaki seemed to have gotten hold of one, inspecting it for a bit before he decided to give it a try.

"Wait! Don't-" Francis shrieked as his fellow Frenchman plopped the scone into his mouth. A faint gagging sound, eyes rolling back, and Tamaki collapsed, the twins freaking out.

"What the hell are those things?!"

"They're murder weapons!"

"Let me!" Francis cried, running over and stuffing something into the blonde's mouth. Tamaki came to a minute later, gasping and coughing.

"What was that? I almost died!"

"My scones are not inedible dammit!" Arthur struggled against the grasp of Alfred as he tried to strangle the 'Frog' and the Ouran Hosts.

"Anyways, why don't we all calm down and you can tell us why you're making such a racket in our club room." Kyoya interrupted, calming everyone down in an Ivan-like way.

"Right…"

"Anyways, we're the World Academy Host Club! The Pres here is Francis Bonfoy, he's French. The cranky vice here is Arthur Kirkland from Britain. That mean guy there is a German named Ludwig, and the clingy guy next to him is Feliciano Varga, an Italian. That's Kiku Honda, he's Japanese, and this is my Canadian brother Matthew Williams. And I'm the awesome American hero! Alfred F. Jones!" Al proceeded to laugh loudly, resulting in a smack on the head by the Brit.

"I see… so then I'm assuming you've come here because we've become a threat to your club? I'm going to assume that's also why your president was taking pictures of us yesterday." Kyoya assumed, raising an eyebrow.

"Well yes… And about our president, he's just a perverted toad." Arthur replied, glaring at the mentioned blonde. "And may I ask your names?"

"Oh yes… I'm Kyoya Ootori, the vice-president. The blonde here is our president, Tamaki Suou. The twins are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, the small one here is Mitsukuni Haninozuka, or just Honey-senpai; and the tall one is Takashi Morinozuka, or just Mori-senpai. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You too…"

Sorry! There's no romance yet! I promise there will be some in the next chapter! Or the next...

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