I do not own Ouran, Mozart, Halloween, or anything ever mentioned in this story EVER with the exception of Dani, her nutty Dad, and Shizu. Everything else belongs to their respective owners. Not me. Lord, if I owned half of what was in this chapter, I'd be able to pay my college tuition on my own!

Chapter Three:

Culture Shock

Or

Eine kleine Nachtmusik

Dani left the North building, rather overwhelmed by what had happened. First day and she'd already been pegged as one of the hottest, richest, smartest guys in the entire school! Not to mention that she was a foreigner. Well, it wasn't their fault that she was actually a girl. It was good that they fell for her disguise so well, and so completely, that she fooled even the girls into thinking that she herself was a guy!

Except Mori.

Dani flushed so red it spread down her neck. He had found out her sex in the most embarrassing, obvious way possible, besides grabbing her in a different area. She felt violated.

Dani adjusted her grip on her guitar bringing a hand up self-consciously to her chest. Then she realized she didn't know where on campus she was. She stopped, looked around, and decided she'd be better off if she headed back the way she came.

She turned around and walked smack into a solid object. It surprised her so much she fell flat on her butt. She tilted her hat so that she could look up; she flushed again.

Standing right in front of her was the one person at Ouran who knew better: Mori.

Dani scrambled up, her face so red she could see it. She fumbled for her guitar case and bookbag. She mumbled a quick "sorry" and tried to quickly walk past, but he put a firm hand on her arm and drew her back in front of him. He tilted her hat up, then gently cupped her chin and raised her face so that he could look at her, his eyes searching hers. Dani's heart raced with an emotion she couldn't pinpoint, but made her feel a bit giddy.

His eyes are beautiful, she thought, almost involuntarily. Unlike some of the boys back home whose eyes were cold and lustful, Mori's eyes were a warm, smiling, deep black, with sparks of something lighting them up and intriguing her. Eyes truly are windows into men's souls…

All at once, she remembered who she was wondering about, and she blushed again, turning her gaze down again. His thumb traced her cheek gently, but he withdrew his hand quickly, as if he had just remembered also. Dani drew her hat down so that he couldn't see her anymore.

"You're a girl," Mori stated. Dani wanted to burst into tears. Only her first day and she'd already been found out.

"Yes," she whispered affirmative.

"Why?"

Dani's head snapped up. "Why am I a girl?" Do they not teach biology here? she thought. Mori shook his head.

"Why are you pretending to be a guy?" he asked her. Dani heaved a great sigh, suddenly extremely weary, and scratched her head under her hat.

"It's a long story, Mori-sempai," she muttered.

"I have time," he answered half-turning away, indicating they should walk together. Not thinking quickly of a suitable excuse to run away quickly enough, Dani fell in step beside Mori.

"I am the daughter of the owner of a well-known shipping company. My father brought me here to Japan from Mexico, and enrolled me at Lobelia's Girls Academy," Dani started to explain, and she was off. It was easier to keep talking without interruption, and not once did Mori indicate that she should stop. The few times she looked at him for encouragement or discouragement, he had been gazing at her steadily, listening attentively. When she mentioned needing staples and stitches, Mori frowned a little, but did not say a word.

"—so Dad thought that the best way to make sure it didn't happen again was to disguise me as a boy, and sent me here." Dani finished. Mori nodded thoughtfully.

"What's your name?" He asked her. She was taken aback, and answered without thinking.

"Danica."

He stared at her blankly.

"It means 'morning star'," Dani said, wondering if it meant anything to him. She suddenly realized that they had stopped outside of her house.

"It suits you," Mori said, turning to leave, but Dani grabbed his arm, her eyes shining with earnestness.

"Mori, please don't tell anyone. No one is supposed to know that I'm really a girl. Please don't tell. I know you didn't mean to find out, but now that you know, please don't tell." Her voice was high, breathy, and unmistakably girlish, further testimony to her sex. But she didn't care. She could get in a lot of trouble if he didn't keep his silence, and not just from Lobelia girls.

Mori gazed at her unwaveringly and seriously. "Alright."

Dani sighed with relief, and her grip slackened on his arm. As she let him go, her fingers brushed his, making a peculiarly pleasant, hot feeling shoot up her arm to her heart, spreading all over her body. "Thank you." The feeling puzzled her, but she was too relieved to give it much thought. Mori turned and walked away, and Dani ran to the refuge of Rosecliff.

"¡Mecacho!" she yelled as soon as the door slammed behind her. She tore upstairs to her rooms, and stopped in front of a mirror.

A very handsome young man stared back at her. He was still slightly red, but it looked good on him. His uniform looked amazing on him, and the way he held himself was self-assured, cool, confident.

"Who is this?" Dani asked the empty room, the reflection mocking her. She shed her hat, jacket and tie, and her reflection looked a little more like the person she used to be.

She went into her enormous closet and pulled out her Mexican clothes. The shirt was embroidered colorfully with birds and flowers, the long full skirt a bright blue, also embroidered colorfully. She quickly put them on and took a deep breath, smelling Mexico again.

Her phone began to ring and Dani took her time answering it. "Hullo?"

"DANI!"

Dani jerked the phone away from her ear as her dad screeched on the other end of the line. "Che!"

"If you got out of your uniform, GET BACK IN IT! We've been invited to dinner at the Suoh's!"

Dani hung up the phone, flung it on her bed, tore off her clothes, and hurriedly tried to bind herself again. When she had finally struggled back into her shirt, she washed her face, redid her tie (which took admittedly a while), threw on her jacket, shoes and pants, grabbed her hat and ran down the stairs as her father's limo pulled up.

"Good job, Dani. That was a five minute warning," Oelrichs said as Dani gasped for air. She gave him an evil look.

"Why couldn't you have let me know earlier?" she demanded.

"I just received the call."

"Oh."

One street down and they arrived at a mansion just as large and grand as their own. Oelrichs designed his mansion after Rosecliff, a summer mansion in Newport, Rhode Island that his family had owned but sold during the Great Depression. However their mansion was three times Rosecliff's size. And the Suoh mansion was just as large.

The chauffeur opened the door and Dani imitated her father getting out of the car. Suoh opened the door and greeted them.

"Dani, no one but Suoh and I know your gender. Let's keep it that way," Oelrichs muttered to her as he shook Suoh's hand. Suoh winked at her. Dani felt her ears turn red with shame, Mori's face floating to the forefront of her mind. She bowed silently to Suoh.

Suoh led them inside and introduced them to his mother, a formidable old woman who smiled kindly at Dani. Dani smiled widely back, fighting her shy nature that was telling her to hide behind her father. After a few minutes of pleasantries in the parlor, dinner was announced.

Dani offered her arm to Suoh's mother and escorted her in, trying to ignore Suoh and Oelrichs's snickering.

They sat (Dani gaping inwardly at the grandeur of just the dining service. Real silver!), Suoh at the head of the table, his mother to his left, Oelrichs to his right and Dani on her father's other side. They dug into their appetizer: giant shrimp in some sort of creamy sauce that smelled reeeeeeeally good, and when Dani saw no one would give grace, she quietly folded her hands, whispered a prayer in Spanish, made the Sign of the Cross, and looked up to see Suoh's mother staring at her, hard.

"So, Dani, how was your first day back in school?" Suoh asked conversationally, making Dani choke on her shrimp. Oelrichs nodded. Dani swallowed as best as she could, in the most guy-like way possible, and smiled.

"I got lost a few times. If Kyoya and Tamaki weren't in all of my classes I would have been hopelessly lost and probably would have wandered to the middle school!" Suoh and Oelrichs laughed uproariously, but at what, Dani had no idea. But she looked around and didn't see Tamaki. "By the way, where is Tamaki, sir?"

Everyone froze and silence that could be sliced with a knife filled the room. The tension was so thick that Dani could nearly taste it, and it didn't taste good. She hurriedly put another shrimp in her mouth.

"Sooo…about that economical downturn in the United States, eh? I know I didn't vote for Obama!" Oelrichs said very loudly, breaking the silence. He and Suoh staged a loud and desperate conversation about America's economy. Suoh's mother glared daggers at Dani who meekly finished her shrimp and waited for the entrée.

Lobster and mussels followed the shrimp, and the rest of the meal was spent trying to ignore the awkward, angry tension that filled the room. Dessert passed without Dani knowing what she ate. Finally they stood and went back to the parlor, however Suoh's mother excused herself, taking the awkwardness with her.

As soon as the doors closed, Suoh and Oelrichs pounced on Dani, hissing for her never to mention Tamaki in front of his grandmother again.

"Why? And how was I supposed to know that?" she demanded, no longer acting like a guy.

"Well, you weren't, but now we have no choice but to tell you," Oelrichs said. Suoh straightened.

"Tamaki is my illegitimate son."

It all makes sense, Dani thought as Suoh explained his son's predicament. It certainly was a crappy situation.

"Oh," Dani said when he finished explaining. "Gotcha. That sucks!"

"So that is why you cannot mention his name in front of her. He's working to get in her good graces still. So far, he still has to live in Mansion Two."

"Two!" Dani couldn't believe the amount of wealth Suoh had. "Geez."

"It's about two doors down from your mansion, come to think of it," Suoh added. Dani blanched.

"So there's a high possibility he'll see me as a girl!" she shrieked. They nodded. Dani's head dropped. "Urgh."

Oelrichs shook his head at her. Suoh adopted a sly look on his face and asked "So how was your first day at Ouran?"

Dani's head shot up. "You gave information to Tamaki and Kyoya Ootori about me why!"

Suoh laughed and Oelrichs grinned. "Have you been recruited to the famous Host Club?"

"I have, as a matter of fact."

Suoh did an uncharacteristic jig. "We hoped you would."

"Why!"

"First off, they are a group of very well-connected young men, all extremely smart. Second, they are hiding a girl in their midst—"

"Haruhi Fujioka."

"Oh, you figured her out?"

Dani shrugged. "It wasn't hard."

"Well done. And third, it is an all boys club. No one would suspect you," Suoh finished.

All except Mori, Dani thought wryly.

"Well, good job, I'm now a host. The artistic host," she informed them. They laughed uproariously and Dani stewed in slight resentment for having her life manipulated again by these two. "I feel like I have two gay dads," she mumbled. "Alright you've had your laughs, now leave me be. Let me direct my life from now on. Enough meddling," she told them. They continued laughing. Dani rolled her eyes and sat down at the piano on the other side of the room.

Oelrichs looked at her fondly. Even as a boy she had a dreamy, far away nature that put a sweet, welcoming look in her eyes, and an almost sexy half-smile on her face. And that's how she looked right now, immersed in her music.

Suoh smiled slightly as he saw Oelrichs watching Dani with obvious adoration. It was the same look he wore when he looked at Tamaki. An idea bloomed in his head. Tamaki had no girlfriend, and Dani was obviously single. Perhaps Suoh could make his mother accept Tamaki if he married—or at least dated—an advantageous business partner. It would strengthen the ties between Suoh and Oelrichs; their partnership was extremely beneficial. And the one thing his mother ever cared about was the company. If he could persuade these two to date, or at least pretend to…things might work out very well for his son.

Two hours later, Dani was practicing her piano with impeccable fingers, playing so hard it seemed almost impossible for music to be played. But this time, she was learning new songs for the Host Club. Right then, she was playing Debussy, next was Chopin. And music wasn't the only thing running through her head.

Will he tell? Can I trust him? What will happen if they find out? Will they tell the school? Will they tell Lobelia? Is Haruhi's secret really safe with them? Is there actual danger of a girl falling in love with me? If they find out will they let me stay? Will they hate me? Will I have to leave Japan in disgrace and return to Mexico, live my life in squalor? Will the sons use their influence over their fathers to ruin my father's business? Will I be able to escape Japan? What would Mamá say?

With a final chord, Dani slammed the piano closed, ignoring the Chopin piece, and putting an end to the music and her mental torture. Her duty was to be a guy, and entertain women. Anything else she'd deal with if it came up. If.

The next day, Dani found herself being followed by whispers and giggling fangirls. It unnerved her but she found this instant fame was warmer, friendlier, unfrenzied. Guys approached her for friendly conversations in which a variety of topics were discussed. Girls shyly asked Dani about herself, but especially life in Mexico. Tamaki and Kyoya were her constant companions through all of it.

"This is a little unnerving," she admitted to them later.

"Well, news travels fast around here, especially in regards to the club," Kyoya answered, his microphysics book open in front of him. Tamaki was doodling the club members' names. He spelled Dani's name "Danny".

"So the club is extremely popular. Is it open every day? How does it work? Do girls just come in, or set up times, or what?"

Kyoya launched into a long and detailed description about club management, costs, hours, procedures, special events, and more. Dani absorbed all that he told her.

But Kyoya—surprisingly!—kept talking. There was something about Dani that invited him to keep talking, long after it was alright for him to stop. But Dani asked all the right questions, said all the right things, and remembered everything. Kyoya was a bit uneasy by his uncharacteristic talkativeness—and friendliness!—but it was good to have someone not only listen, but want to know more. Perhaps it was a Mexican thing.

No, it was definitely just a Dani thing, and soon she learned that she didn't have to do anything different that what she usually did. She played, sang, and listened intently. Her memory was impeccable. When she talked about herself, she gave tiny amounts of information, preferring to speak of class, music, Japan, the different languages, her father, her mother, the girls themselves, sometimes ask questions of her own, but mostly, she loved talking about her beloved Mexico.

The girls were enchanted by this handsome, talented foreigner who obviously loved his music and country. Dani charmed them with traditional Mexican music such as "Las Golondrinas," "De Colores," "Cielito Lindo," and more on her guitar, and then played modern popular music.

It was a week after Dani had joined the Host Club and she was seated at a piano, playing and singing Owl City's song "Vanilla Twilight." By now, Dani's clientele had skyrocketed, and she was giving Tamaki a run for his money as most requested host. Tamaki was sulking about it.

"Mama?" Tamaki asked rather pathetically.

"Yes, Daddy?" Kyoya replied, readying his patience.

"Why is he so popular, and all my princesses like him better?"

"He's a new addition. Remember when Haruhi first joined? When she stopped being new, some customers resumed with their previous hosts. Besides, he's brought much more revenue in." It was true. There were even some middle school girls around Dani, listening in awe. "This club has become much more successful with the addition of Haruhi and Dani. And the duty of a host is to make every girl happy, right?"

Tamaki pouted. "Yeah…" The twins slinked up.

"Hey, Boss!" they exclaimed in unison. Tamaki turned to them. "Do you think Dani's hiding something? He never talks about himself."

Tamaki thought for a moment, his emo-ness forgotten. "No, I think he may just be a bit different than us. We're Japanese, and he isn't at all. So it's probably just a cultural difference." Haruhi came up beside them.

"You might be right, sempai, but I think that's just him. He's like that with everyone. Besides, you're half-French."

"Oh, Haruhi, you're so clever!" Tamaki gushed, and went on and on. Hunny bounced up, leaving Mori to the guests, and watching Usa-chan.

"Tama-chan, Tama-chan! My parents went to Mexico once! They said that Mexicans are really poor, and they talk a lot!" Everyone (except Kyoya) turned to stare at Dani who was singing "Go the Distance," alternating Spanish and English verses.

"Dani's…poor!" Tamaki gasped.

"He walks to and from school," Kyoya offered.

"And he can't afford a hairdresser," Hikaru added, staring at the long, rather unruly ringlets of hair that peeked out from under the fedora.

"He's Richard Oelrichs's son," a deep voice behind them said. They turned to look at Mori.

"Oelrichs…my father's friend?" Tamaki asked. Mori nodded.

"I heard Dani tell his customers that his father found him in Mexico without enough food on the table!" Kaoru added. Tamaki, Hunny, and Hikaru freaked.

"He's a true rags-to-riches story! It's so beautiful!" Tamaki sniffed.

"Real life Cinderella!" the twins sobbed. Haruhi slapped her hand to her forehead.

"Damn rich people," she muttered, wandering away for more coffee. Dani looked up to see the twins, Tamaki, and Hunny getting teary-eyed. She shook her head and returned to the customers.

After the club had closed for the day, the hosts sat around, rather tired.

"Oh September," Hikaru lamented. Dani grinned and strummed her guitar.

"Wake me up when September ends," she sang, grinning. The hosts chuckled. Tamaki sat up straight and beckoned to the rest of them to sit around the table he was at the head of.

"Alright, I know it's just the first week of September, but time flies when we're having fun—"

"Who's having fun?" the twins asked in unison, identical looks of innocence on their mischievous faces. Tamaki slithered out of his chair and under the table where he proceeded to roll up into a little ball and rock back and forth, whimpering. The twins grinned at each other and high-fived. Dani looked under the table.

"I'm having fun, Tamaki," she stated, hoping it'd get him out of his funk. Tamaki whimpered. Rolling her eyes, Haruhi reached under the table and hauled Tamaki back into his seat.

"Come on, sempai, I've got homework," she told him curtly. Tamaki snapped out of it and resumed what he was saying.

"Anyway, we need to start thinking about this semester's events, especially Christmas and Halloween!"

The twins hummed in thought. Hunny put another slice of cake in his mouth, Kyoya kept typing on his computer, Haruhi sighed, Dani thoughtfully bit her lip, and Mori blinked.

"Well, obviously we have to have something going on at Halloween," Hikaru started.

"How about a costume contest?" Kaoru asked.

"Or a haunted house theme?"

"Or a zombie theme?"

"Oh! Vampires vs. werewolves like that one American book thing!"

"It was werewolves? I thought it was Frankenstein."

"I think it was werewolves…"

"How about a masquerade ball?" Dani piped up, interrupting Hikaru and Kaoru's mini dialogue. Everyone looked at her. She strummed a few chords. "Just a thought."

The twins smiled evilly. Hunny's eyes grew rounder. Mori looked interested. Kyoya started typing faster with a conniving look on his face. Tamaki stood and pointed at Dani with a dramatic finger and wind blowing his hair and jacket around. Haruhi got up and closed the window.

"DANI, YOU ARE A GENIUS! ALL IN FAVOR OF A MASQUERADE BALL SAY 'OUI'!"

"Dire che cosa ora? ¿Nosotros?" Dani asked. Tamaki stared at her for a moment, confused, before he amended his statement.

"ALL THOSE IN FAVOR OF A MASQUERADE BALL FOR HALLOWEEN SAY 'ME'!"

"US!" the twins shouted.

"ME!" Hunny squeaked.

"Mmm," Mori grunted.

"I," Kyoya stated.

"I guess so," Haruhi mumbled.

"¡Yo!" Dani added. Tamaki slammed his hand on the table.

"Then the motion is passed! We will have a Masquerade Ball on Halloween evening!" There was a smattering of applause and smiles all around.

"Bene! Now, will someone tell me what Halloween is?" Dani asked. The hosts looked around at her, their eyes wide with shock. Dani kept smiling brightly and stiffened in her chair. Those looks meants she was about to be seized and dragged somewhere.

Sure enough the twins pounced on her, Hunny drew the blinds, Kyoya set up a projector, and Mori put in a DVD to play. Tamaki stood in front of the screen wearing a cap and gown, a pointer in his finger. Hikaru plopped a bag of popcorn in Dani's lap and began munching on his own.

"Halloween is a universal holiday wherein both children and adults dress up in ridiculously cliché costumes and go from door to door on October thirty-first asking for candy and treats. This tradition is called trick-or-treating," Tamaki began and went on and on about the pagan origins of All Hallow's Eve, Halloween parties, and cliché costumes. Dani got three refills of popcorn.

"So what'd you think?" Tamaki asked once the presentation was over. Dani stood and dusted her fingers off.

"Wow," she stated. The hosts stared at her.

"That's it?" the twins asked. They kept staring at her and she kept smiling pleasantly, her eyes a little glazed. Tamaki waved a hand in front of her face. No response.

"Uh, boss?" Hikaru asked. Tamaki turned to him.

"I think you broke him," Kaoru finished. Dani hadn't blinked.

Hunny's eyes filled with tears. "Dani short-circuited!"

Kyoya rolled his eyes. "No, he's just in shock."

Tamaki frowned in confusion. "Shock from what?"

"Culture shock," Dani answered robotically. The hosts jumped in surprise. "I've never celebrated or heard of Halloween until today." Everyone's jaws dropped some dramatically (like Tamaki's) and some subtly (like Kyoya).

"Really, Dani-chan? What do you celebrate?" Hunny asked wide-eyed.

"Well as a practicing Catholic I celebrate All Saints Day on November first. As a Mexican I celebrate El Día de los Muertos on November second."

The hosts' faces were blank. Dani sighed. She pulled out a skull from behind the chair she had been placed in and held it up. Tamaki yelped and glomped Kyoya in fear.

"'Alas poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio, a man of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.' Shakespeare's Hamlet. All Saints Day we revere and pray to God for the souls of the saints in his care. On the Day of the Dead however, we make fun of death, clean our family's graves, and honor the dead. Because they're not really gone," Dani looked at the skull in her hand and laughed. The twins jaws hit the floor.

Dani launched into her own explanation of El Día de los Muertos and the traditions that went with it. She also explained that this would be the first year she and her mother wouldn't be together to clean Nonna and Abuelito's graves. The hosts were silent.

"Mexicans have some crazy customs," Hikaru remarked. Dani raised an eyebrow at him, showing her annoyance.

"Japanese aren't any better you know," she retorted. Hikaru looked like he wanted to argue, but then stopped, and seemed to think about it.

"Wow, it must really have been difficult for you to adjust when you first moved here, huh Dani?" Tamaki asked, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. Dani nodded.

"It was quite the eye-opener. But I can't say I don't like it," she replied, smiling. She put her guitar away. Tamaki teared up.

"This…this will be…DANI'S FIRST HALLOWEEN! LET'S MAKE IT THE BEST HALLOWEEN EVER!" he announced dramatically, throwing an arm around Dani's shoulders and the other in the air, making himself shimmer. The twins whooped and glomped Haruhi who looked thoroughly disgruntled, and Hunny grabbed Mori's hands jumping up and down excitedly. Kyoya merely sighed and jotted something down in his notebook, and Mori watched Dani from over top Hunny's head (which was admittedly not very difficult). Dani fought to keep a straight face. These were some crazy friends she had. But as she was lifted into the air by Tamaki and the twins and given Usa-chan to hold on their trek to the Closet to find "the perfect costume for their Mexican's first ever Halloween" she knew she wouldn't trade them for the world.

Madre de Dios, Dani thought, if I had the choice to come here to Ouran as a girl before I got beaten up and be a customer or to be beaten up and become a host and have these friends, I'd paint a target on my chest in a heartbeat.

Hi there!

I had a midterm yesterday. Yes. A midterm. My hand cramped. Oh Shakespeare, what I do for love of you!

It occurred to me the other day what Shakespeare makes his heroines do for love. Helena sold out her best friend, Hermia ran away from home, Viola cross-dressed and wooed another woman for the man she was in love with, Desdemona was murdered, Ophelia went mad, Lady MacBeth murdered a king, Titania gave up her best friend's child, Juliet committed suicide, Miranda watches her father treat her beloved like dirt, Julia helps her beloved's mistress escape her home, Hero lets her name be slandered and fakes her death, and so much more. These poor women! Good Lord!

In case no one understood Dani's last thought, if she had the choice between going to Ouran before the Lobelia Incident and avoiding the beating or after, she'd willingly submit to the beating if it meant having these nutjobs as friends.

Aaaaaaw. FRIENDSHIP! (Yes Tea, we know. CARDGAMESFTW!)

I had a few things I wanted to say, but I forgot. My mind is slowly imploding on itself. Quite entertaining to watch. Especially when I'm in the middle of learning a dance.

I can't dance. I just learn SNSD's routines. Currently, I'm working on "Genie". I already learnt Brown Eyed Girls' "Abracadabra." That hip motion is harder than it looks!

The music for this chapter is Mozart's "A Little Night Music". I can't tell you how many times my sister has played that in orchestra. Doesn't stop me from loving it though! Have you noticed my favorite composer is Mozart? He is. I love him. He composed for my voice. Okay, not really, but he might as well have!

And I got a reviewer saying "warn your readers that Dani is not a mary-sue!" so now I will.

DANICA ELIZABETH PERETTI-OELRICHS IS NOT A MARY-SUE.

Dani sings in six different languages. So can I. She speaks English, Spanish, and Italian. So do I. She plays multiple string instruments. So does my friend who is sitting next to me and demanding I not put her name in this AN. Dani is mostly a reflection of myself, only much more politer and with more instruments in her repertoire. My OCs are reflections of people in my life, so there you have it. :)

I feel odd having admitted that.

Anyhow! Please leave me a review! Reviews are love, and make an author more likely to update! Seriously. Let's see…When I get 25 reviews I'll update again. Because I know more than five of you are following this story *COUGH-STORYALERTNINJAS-COUGHCOUGH!*

So! Get me up to 25 reviews and I'll give you an extra wonderful chapter of insanity. Because let's face it: there is no way any of those hosts are in the right state of mind 24/7. I betcha even Kyoya's off his rocker somehow. I mean, he's best friends with Tamaki for starters.

I want Tamaki to be my best friend. :D

Until next time my dear friends!

With love,

~La Principessa Dell'Opera

P.S.

Mecacho- bloody hell, goddamnit (Spanish. There's not a satisfactory translation for this word. It's merely an expletive exclamation, and not a strong one. It's more common in Spain, though)

Che- What (Italian)

Dire che cosa ora- Say what now (Italian)

Nosotros- We (Spanish)

Yo- I, me (Spanish)

Madre de Dios- Mother of God

El Día de los Muertos- Day of the Dead. Traditional Mexican holiday. Wikipedia it for a general gist.