HetaGakkō

Chapter 2

There was a chair, turned away from my view, and I waited patiently for the man to notice my arrival. This usually happened, since I'm so quiet. No one even noticed me when I was running by, just an example to prove how quiet my feet can be.

Abruptly, the chair swiveled to face me, and there was a tall man seated in it. he had black hair slicked back, with a scar across his green eye and pale skin.

"Ah, Mr. Williams! I've been waiting for your arrival." I decided against telling him that I was here for a while now, and bowed my head in respect. He laughed heartily, and for some reason, despite his intimidating appearance, I felt really comfortable with this man.

"Right, well I was informed by someone just now that you can speak multiple languages, is that so?"

I smiled brightly and nodded my head. "Yes sir, I speak almost every language you can imagine. Oh, and excuse me, but whose name should I...?"

The principle once again laughed and pointed at himself. "Me? I'm principle Ouran. The school was named after me!"

From my research, the school should be at least 40 years old, so I highly doubted that he was the one it was named after. He was much too young, in his 20s at the least.

"You mean your grandfather or dad?" I asked, but was given an answer completely out of my imagination.

"Son, my father and granddad are long gone! Yes, I'm a 58 year old man, problem with that?" He said playfully, and once again laughed when my jaw literally dropped. 53!? He looks like a 20 year old! This is completely out of the line! What is he, a nation!? I mean, I'd understand if he was a nation or something, but a human!?

"You're a nation or something..." I muttered under my breath, and suddenly, he gave me a grave look.

"Did you say something?"

That cold look scared me, and I instantly knew I hit the mark. A nation who escaped... I'm not the only one, huh? I realized I was staring, and mentally slapped myself for my obvious dazes, then replied in a rapid Bikol. Don't ask me why I said it in that language, I just chose to.

"Nothing sir, I'm sorry." With that, I escaped the room and sighed. Well, the principle knows that I've arrived, so why not explore the school now?


So far, I've been around the whole school, and there are no other places that are quiet other than one other place I can think of. But I'm not going to the abandoned music room! For pete's sake, everyone would think I'm creepy for going into an abandoned room! And it's my first day!

Slowly, the curiosity was beating my conscience to the ground, and I slowly creeped my way towards the tall double-doors. There wasn't any noise coming from the other side, until I hear a squeal. A really high pitched girly squeal. Now that put my curiosity on full overload.

I pushed the doors open and was greeted with a bright white light and rose petals. Lots and lots of rose petals.

I blinked my eyes, regaining my vision slowly, and peered into the room. There were a few men, no wait, one was a girl in a guy's uniform, all gathered up in one cluster of a group. There was one sitting down with his legs crossed, head rested on hand, staring at me the way France would stare at Austria or England sometimes...

"Well, look what we have here? A boy, is it?"

That confused me.

"What's wrong with being a boy...?" I asked in my usual whisper, taking a step back when I noticed he started walking towards me.

"Oh nothing, we just usually get girls as clients."

Now I'm even more confused, and it must've shown on my face. "Girls...? Clients...? I don't understand, what's going on here?"He was beginning to get too close, so I took another step back, but then, I remembered about Kumajirou, who was walking behind me, and I fell backwards and hit my head.

"Owww..." I whimpered, getting up and holding one hand to my head, the other picking up Kumajirou. He looked up at me and tilted his head, and I already knew what he was going to say.

"Who're you?"

Yup, that's Kumajirou. I sighed and patted his head. "I'm Matthew, you're owner." I replied in french, then sat myself up, Kumajirou still in my arms.

The blonde guy who was walking towards me had his eyes matching saucers, and sparkles seemed to drip off him like he was dipped into a big bowl of it. He started speaking rapid French to me, and I caught every word. Much to my distaste, actually. I looked behind him with pleading eyes, asking for the other people who are obviously familiar with him to stop his rant, and the girl came and pulled him away by the ear. I whispered a quick thank you before she was away from earshot of my soft voice.

Next came these two brothers, who walked up to me REALLY close to my face.

"He is a boy..." One said, letting the other finish. "But he has a girl face!"

That was an insult, I'm pretty sure, so I turned around and attempted to walk away, but was stopped when the double-doors suddenly closed, and I jumped a whole yard back. Yup, I'm stuck in a room that I so dearly want to escape. Maple, this is going to be an event to remember...

I slowly looked behind my back, noticing that the twins were coming even closer... And now one is touching my face. Oooh, maple hockey, this is not good. No touchy, NO TOUCHY!

I jumped over to the door and started scratching at it. Yes, I'm that desperate, okay!? I don't like being touched, I have a fear of being touched! I know it sounds weird, but I do, and that's why I grew up to be the way I am now.

"Let me out! Let me out!" I was pulled back by the twins, who threw me onto the couch the prince guy was sitting on, and the rest of the group were all around me.

"I don't think..."

"...this guy's a client." The twins said, staring down at me suspiciously. The guy who was sitting on that stern guy's shoulder (Who reminded me of Sweden, might I add) was giggling, then jumped down and onto my lap, petting Kumajirou.

"Wow, you have a moving stuffed animal! Cool!"

I was debating whether or not I should tell him that Kumajirou was real...

"Well, mommy dear, do you know who he is?" I looked at the prince guy strangely, noticing that he was talking to the guy holding a black book and had glasses on. Mommy dear? Okay, that was weird.

"He seems to be a foreign exchange student from Canada. His name is Matthew P. Williams, and he has a twin brother, whose name is classified."

What. The. Hockey puck.

HOW DOES HE KNOW THAT I HAVE A TWIN BROTHER!? Dear grandma, if you can hear me, SAVE ME!

The others seemed surprised by his reply, and the girl spoke up first. "How do you not know what his brother's name is?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I surprised he even knows I have a twin brother..." I muttered under my breath, bringing my knees closer to my chest and hugging Kumajirou. Hopefully, Alfred isn't using his sibling connection to know how freaked out I am right now, because he would try to be the "Hero" and look all over the freaking earth for me.

The group members looked back at me again, and I shrank back a little. "Um... Please stop looking at me... I'm not used to attention." That much is true, I'm not used to attention at all, unless it was Alfred. Anyone else, it's just kind of... freaky.

"Why's that?"

"Hm?" I looked up from my knees and saw the girl again, looking at me curiously. "Oh, um... Well, whenever I really do get attention is when somebody mistakes me for my brother, or if it's my brother himself. Nobody exactly remembers my name anyways..."

"What about your parents?"

Now, I couldn't exactly say anything about England, could I? Besides, he isn't my actual parent... "I don't have parents. Alfred does."

"But aren't you two twins?"

Oh, thats right, my complicated family tree. How am I going to explain this...? Someway human and possible... "H-how should I explain... Well, me and Alfred were separated at birth, and I was raised by an old lady, which I called Grandma all the time. I was also raised by a man named Francis, but he went missing... And grandma died shortly after. I met Alfred some time after 11 years old and began living with him after we found out we were twins, but his dad never exactly remembered me, so Alfred was the only one who ever payed attention to me... Does that make sense?" I looked down, not wanting to see all the eyes on me.

There was a long pause, and I was tempted to look up, but I didn't. Truthfully, I don't even get why I'm telling anyone this. Most of that story was true. Grandma did die, but France never went missing. I was actually taken away and was forced to live with Alfred and Britain. I tried really hard to get Britain to notice me too... I did everything I could to get him to notice me... But nothing worked, huh? Even if I stayed with him after America revolted...

"That sounds... sad." The girl said. I shrugged. It's not that sad, since I'm a nation. I actually expected at the time that I would be taken away, but I still miss Francis as my papa...

"It was no big deal, really." I said, sighing and chuckling. "It's not like I have the worst life, at least I have Kumajirou."

"This stuffed bear?" The boy said, still petting Mr. Kumajirou.

I bit back a laugh and nodded. "By the way... Kumajirou is a real bear."

"Damn right I am."

The boy jumped back and ran over to the stern man, climbing up him like a tree and flinging himself over his shoulders. "IT TALKED AND MOVED! S-STAY AWAY! AND DONT TOUCH MY USA-CHAN!"

Kumajirou looked at the boy strangely and curled up in my lap. "I don't eat bunnies, boy. I'm a vegetarian." Well, he spoke the truth. The boy looked at him oddly and muttered something barely audible under his breath. "My name is Honey..."

Honey, huh? Well, I know what to call him now.

I noticed that all eyes were once again on me, so I guess I owed them an explanation... Okay... How do I explain how Kumajirou can talk? You know what, no. I'm not explaining, and I'm not letting any more information about me out there. Who likes talking about themselves anyway? Other for arrogant, obnoxious, loudmouth brothers, that is.

When they confirmed I wasn't going to say anything, the prince guy stepped up.

"Well, Matthew Williams, welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club!"

Sparkles must be this guys specialty or something...


Thank you everyone~ Haha! I'm glad many people enjoy my story! Anyways, I may be back tomorrow, but we'll see. PEACE OUT!

Oh, and maybe in a few months or so, you'll probably be seeing me attempting to publish a short book called A Revolution Ago. I love it so much~ But no one can steal the name, got it? Not even for fanfiction. Anyways, adios! See you next chapter!