"Ugh, I can't believe we're going back!" groaned Matthew as he threw his back and covered his face. It was their second week at Ouran Academy, and Italy has yet to give Kyoya or any of the other hosts their answer. Right now, they were all riding to school in their usual limo.
"Join the club, aru." Yao muttered, he hated dealing with his siblings back home and now he has to deal with an entire school of annoying brats.
"So, are any of you planning to join the talent show~?" Arthur asked, sweetly. He was met with a rather negative response. The talent show was a 'charity event' for the 'less-fortunate' and the reward was supposed to be a surprise or something.
"It's a waste of time."
"Actually, I want to t-"
"No you don't.
"K."


Lunch

"Gott, I'm starving..." Ludwig groaned as he, Feliciano, Lovino, Alfred, and Matthew walked to the lunchroom. He grew tired of spending so much time with all these countries.
"You're always starving, lazyass." Feliciano rolled his eyes.
"Untrue." The German muttered while looking away.
"Yeah, when you're not eating, you're probably watching TV on your couch." Alfred remarked.
"Let's just get to the lunchroom." Matthew interrupted when he felt his stomach growl. They continued toward the scents of delicious wealthy lunch food.

"Excuse me," a familiar voice called behind them, they cautiously turned around and faced their classmate Haruhi Fujioka, "Sorry, but Tamaki-senpai told me to tell you and your foreign friends to come to the Host Club after school."
"...Fine, we'll go."


After School

"Foreign students, welcome to the host club!" Tamaki announced and getting background applause from his fellow hosts behind him, "Since last week, we have not received a single word from any of you. Which is why we will explain to you what being a 'test-host' means!"
Most of the foreign students, with a few exceptions, looked less than excited despite that, though.

"So first thing is first, your types!" the King said enthusiastically, pointing to the ceiling to add more emphasis.
"O-our…types?" Gilbert asked hesitantly and uneasy.
"Types of what, exactly?" Francis as well looked at the teenagers in front of them with suspicion and- wait… where did Kyoya go?

Suddenly, the lights went out. There was screaming in different accents and struggle. Thankfully for them, there was no crashing or sound of things breaking which meant no debt. It's not like they couldn't pay back, but you know, no blackmailing~

The lights returned after half a minute and then Matthew appeared alone on a stage no longer in the Ouran uniform but his regular clothes. The host club was in front of the stage, exhausted.
Hikaru breathed heavily, "Geez, I forgot these guys work in the military."
Kaoru coughed, "yeah, I feel like somebody hit my stomach with a hockey stick."
Casually, Matthew rose a hand, "Guilty. I managed to hide it from the others for a while in case we would be attacked like that so… it worked, ha."
"Whatever, "Tamaki heaved, "(cough) pr-presenting: Matthew Williams, the bad boy type for his ability to not care and do whatever he wants!"
"What? Wait, how did you get this on me? What the f-"

"Next!" The Princely type hollered as the lights went off again and back on again.
Gilbert was now in Matthew's place. "M-mein gott!"He whispered timidly as he inspected his clothing, "D-did you actually-"
"Gilbert Beildshmidt: the lonely type!"
"Oh… oka-"

"Next!"
Roderich stumbled on the stage and saw he had his assemble on, "Gah! C-cool?"
"Roderich Edelstein: rockstar type!"
"Rockstar? Awes-"

"Next!"
As soon as the lights return again, Lovino could be seen admiring his shirt, "Hm, this is…"
"Lovino Vargas: the calm type!"
"Oh really?"

"Next"!"
Antonio appeared and didn't even react, "…"
"Antonio Carriedo: dandere!"
"¿Qué? No, I'm-"

"Next!"
Yao rubbed the bump on his head and cringed, "Aiyah… wait am I wearing-"
"Yao Wang: sly type!"
"How is that-"

"Next!"
Ivan looked around, alarmed, "Where am-"
"Ivan Braginski: big brother!"
"W-wait what do you me-"

"Next!"
Francis glared, not even wondering about how the managed to even find his military clothing, "Are you going to keep doing this every-"
"Francis Bonnefoy: kuudere!"
"Don't-"

"Next!"
Twirling cheerfully when he saw his pink sweater vest and blue bowtie, "You know what they say~?"
"Arthur Kirkland: deredere!"
"Bowties are-

"Next!"
Alfred was still wearing his bomber jacket and sunglasses, "I've actually been-"
"Alfred Jones: villainous type!'"
"That is actually-"

"Next!"
Kiku didn't say anything until he realized, "Wait, does this mean you saw-"
"Kiku Honda: tsundere type (or oranyan, right?) "
"why you-"

"Next!"
"Well, I look good." Ludwig smirked, he was just glad they didn't touch his hat.
"Ludwig Beilshmidt: easygoing type!"
The German laughed.

"Next!"
"Better watch what you say." Feliciano warned.
"…F-Feliciano Vargas: himedere!"
"You son of a-"

"Next!"
"Next? Sempai, that's all of them." Haruhi interrupted before they turned the lights off for the thirteenth time and turned them back on for the fourteenth time.
"Haruhi, there's one more!" Tamaki assured before signaling for the lights to switch off.

When they came back on, it revealed Hungary on the stage but still in her school uniform, "Why isn't she wearing her military clothes?"
"She's a girl, boss." Hikaru said.
"That'd be rude." Added Kaoru.
"W-well, why didn't Haruhi do it?"

"How can any of you see with the lights off? And why is she on the stage too if she's a girl? And where did that stage come from?"
"That's 'cause she's the first girl host Haru-chan~! Elizaveta Hedervary: Young lady type~!" Honey said excitedly.
"I am?" Elizaveta asked, shocked.
"Yeah." Mori nodded in his usual stoic way.
"Hey, no fair Honey-senpai! I wanted to say that!" Tamaki whined.

"Hey!" a voice on the other side of the room yelled and getting everyone's attention. It was Alfred, "What was the point of all that? It was completely unnecessary!"
"Yeah and how did you find our military uniforms when we left them at the mansion, aru?!" Yao gestured dramatically at his clothes with a frown, "Hmmm?"
"Also, does this mean that you saw most of us…? Seriously, what the hell?!" Matthew threw his arms up in the air from frustration.
"How am I a tsundere? And how is Arthur a deredere? He's obviously a yandere!" Kiku, secretly being Japan, would know this information since he was an anime fan.
"And where did that stage come from?" Francis asked curiously, not really visibly distressed.

"Welcome to my world." Haruhi muttered, she felt bad for these guys (and girl), this is only the beginning of the chaos.


Okay, so there are their types~! Well, the host club probably needs to discuss England's... maybe Francis and Antonio? I don't know... Well, besides that, tell me if you have better suggestions of types, k? Thanks! Hope you read the next chapters, I can't wait!