Diclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or OHSHC.

The Italicized part is when Romano freaked out, looking for his nonno. I felt like putting that in and I'm sorry that this chapter is short, but i'm saving the Host's introductions for the next chapter.

As the Italian boy slammed the door shut, he turned around and started running. Now where were those two bastards talking? He didn't remember the spot of the tour that his Grandpa and the Principal stopped to talk, and this started to irritate him. Damn it I'm just as scatterbrained as Feli when it comes to directions. He looked to his left, then right, and kept running forwards until he appeared in the foyer of the school.

Romano didn't expect to hear a loud ring of voices as he entered the room, so he stopped to cover his ears a bit. As he adjusted to the sound, he looked around. Groups of girls and boys chatting away like they didn't care about classes starting up. He blinked. What the hell is going on? Isn't it Saturday? He stood there for another minute, scanning all of the people that had just appeared to him, then ran.

This can't be fucking right. He turned a corner, dodging a boy so he didn't run right into him. The boy was surprised to see Romano, but thought he was Feli and let it go. Romano kept pressing on as he was determined to find where his Nonno was. Another corner and the boy stopped. "Here! He was right here!" Though he remembered now, it didn't help him since his Grandpa was not there now, and he just blanked. "But... He... I..." He ruffled his hair in confusion and frustration, turning around to head back.

This is fucking insane! He shouted in his head. He's not here! So where the hell could he have gone? He decided to go back to the music room, where all this had started to go down hill for him. He was going to get answers weather he's supposed to or not. He slowed down his pace as he got closer to the room he was at before, preparing himself for any type of tingling sensation that didn't come. He closed his eyes in anger, then whipped open the door that he knew was the cause of all of this.

Life → Anime

Antonio sat besides the Italian, waiting for the boy to wake up so he could ask some questions. For the Spaniard, this was the first time that anyone has done anything like this, so confusing yet interesting at the same time, and the Italian's presence intrigued him even more. Just by the fact that this boy is new, but calls me 'tomato bastard' as if he knows that I love tomatoes, makes my brain fill with...unexplainable stuff. The boy chuckled as he stared at the other. When will he wake up? I hope he isn't hurt. That wouldn't be good! But we are at the nurse's office so it should be fine...I think.

Right as he started to worry, Romano's mind itself was wondering. The reason he fainted was by all of the shock piling on top of him, yet he could say that he was ecstatic about being in the anime he loves so dearly, but won't, and from the fact that this was real; not a dream that he...wasn't hoping for to be real.

His eyes slowly opened as he came back, and he looked closely at the unfamiliar ceiling. "Where the hell am I?" He mumbled, closing his eyes again to rub them. When Romano opened his eyes again, a face appeared over his, startling him, though he'd never admit it. "Chigi!" He shouted, sitting up in the bed, backing against the wall.

"Don't worry," Antonio said with his smile, trying to sooth the Italian from his sudden surprise, "I won't hurt you. I'm just here to look after you." Romano calmed down as he slide back down to where he was positioned before, giving the Spaniard a wondering look. The host chuckled shyly, and a bit shamefully. "Well, you did faint because of me and my friends, right?"

Romano sat as he remembered just what was going on. He pouted as he crossed his arms. "I didn't faint, bastard." The Spaniard laughed softly. "Why are you here, bastard? You could've just left me to go back to...what ever the hell you guys do." He knew full well what they did, he'd be stupid to not understand the show he's seen ever since it started, but he didn't want to clue any of them about him being from a different world.

Antonio chuckled again. "We're hosts. I believe Arthur told you that as well." Romano blinked as a new, not really, name was mentioned. "Ah," reminding himself that the Italian was new, he started to share who the hosts were, "Arthur is the one blond who was talking to you about the questions that you wanted answered?" The Spaniard furrowed his brows, but shook his head. "Anyway, it'd be easier to introduce them to you when we go back." Romano nodded, scoping out the room he was in. "By the way, me llamo Antonio." The boy looked at the host when he heard his name, blushing from the smiled he was receiving. "Cuál es tu nombre?"

Romano smirked as he understood the language that was spoken, and decided to test the Spaniard at his Italian. "Mi chiamo Romano, bastardo." The hosts eyebrows rose as he heard the familiar tongue that was rarely spoken to him, smiling. "Beh," Antonio hummed as Romano started to speak again, "non hai intenzione di darmi il tour, bastardo di pomodoro, o stai solo andando a sedersi lì e mi guardi?"

Blinking, the Spanish host remembered that he promised to give the boy a tour. "Claro, Roma!" The Italian blushed, then scowled at his nickname. "Let's go back to the host club, though. I'd like you to meet my friends; properly this time." He chuckled when the other glowered even more. "You'll like them! I'm sure you will."

Not as much as I like you, idiota. Another blush swept by the face of the glaring Italian who stood up just as he felt his face heating up. "Then let's go meet them, idiot." He swiftly walked out of the room, but them back tracked when he saw a certain host wasn't following him. "Are you coming, bastard? I don't have all day you know."

As the matter of asking questions left his mind, Antonio smiled, standing up to follow the other. "I'm coming Roma~."

"Why do you call me that? It's not even my name." The Italian crossed his arms, waiting for an answer he'd soon blush at.

"Because it's cute to say~!" Cue the blushing. "Also, if you say it with a Spanish accent it sounds..." before he could finish, Romano started walking away, steaming as his face kept heating up. "Hey, wait up, Roma!" The Italian just strolled on at a faster pace, not wanting the running boy to catch up to him.

Note: It's been forever since i've updated, well to me anyway, and it's all the stupid virus' fault. -3- I got a virus on my laptop, but i'm still able to type and upload from safe mode, so all is good when it comes to the stories. I'm just unable to listen to music :( Music is sometimes my inspiration! How am i going to get through?

Oh well, at least i updated this story.

Translations: me llamo Antonio - My name is Antonio

Cuál es tu nombre? - What is you're name?

Mi chiamo Romano, bastardo - My name is Romano, bastard

Beh - Well

non hai intenzione di darmi il tour, bastardo di pomodoro, o stai solo andando a sedersi lì e mi guardi? - aren't you going to give me the tour, tomato bastard, or are you just going to sit there and stare at me?

Ciao: I hope you all like the update though it was short. Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.