Yes! Two chapters in one day! For some reason the plot bunnies are popping up a lot. In any case, I had some fun writing this chapter. I hope you enjoy~!

Chapter 18: Renge makes an appearance! Run Romano! The Fangirls Are Coming!

"Alright," began England. "I say we take a turn here."

"Well, I say we take a turn there!" Romano exclaimed.

"Ve! I say we go back!"

"Well, actually-" Tamaki began but stopped himself, finding it a great idea not to enter the argument.

England and Romano glared at each other for a few minutes before Spain intervened. "England, leave Lovi alone!"

"Don't tell me what to do Spanish git!" England huffed. "Flying Mint Bunny is telling me that there are terrorists in that direction, Romano, so I suggest that we go this way!" The Brit began stomping in the direction he had chosen with Italy, Tamaki, and France hesitantly following him.

Romano growled. "That bastard. When I get back to Italy I am going to sick the mafia on him in his sleep …" he muttered as Spain pat him on the back.

"Si," Spain nodded. "So, let's go Lovi. We don't want to get left behind."

"Stop touching me," Romano ordered before heading off after everyone.

Further on ahead, Tamaki leaned in and whispered to France, "Hey, um … Francis …" The boy had asked for the Frenchman's name before they exited the room. "… Who's Flying Mint Bunny?"

France snickered. "Just an imaginary friend of Angleterre's."

"Imaginary friend? Is he crazy?"

The man winked. "In many ways." The two males stopped once they noticed England wasn't walking anymore. He turned around slowly, his face screaming bloody murder.

"I. CAN. HEAR. YOU." He growled through gritted teeth.

"Hey, Francis. He says he can hear us."

"Let him. Someone needs to tell him the truth."

"ARGH! YOU BLOODY GITS!" he screamed. "I'm NOT crazy! Flying Mint Bunny is real! She's right next to me!"

"Is there a reason why 'she' is called Flying Mint Bunny?" Tamaki asked.

"Angleterre believes it's a green bunny the flies," France answered. "Honhonhon …"

"She IS a green bunny that flies!" England exclaimed.

Italy smiled. "Ve~! Does she like pasta?"

"How am I supposed to know?!"

"Stop talking about your hallucinations like they're real, Tea Bastard."

"I cannot believe my Armada fell to this weirdo. Es muy triste (It's so sad)."

"I wonder about similar things like that every day mon ami," France agreed.

"You had an armada?" Tamaki wondered.

"YOU GITS CAN JUST GO TO HELL!" England screamed in anger. He took his magic and his magical friends VERY seriously. How could he just stand by and let them make fun of him and Flying Mint Bunny like that? Suddenly England felt a paw on his shoulder.

Flying Mint Bunny shook her head. "England, it's okay. Don't give your presence here away to the enemy just for me. It's fine."

"B-But … Flying Mint Bunny …" England murmured. "They're being really mean. Those bloody wankers need to be taught a lesson." She shook her head again. "Its fine, England. They are non-believers."

"Hey! Look! England's talking to his imaginary friends again, ve~!"

England looked back at the other nations before him and frowned as he noticed France's uncontrollable rape laugh. "Why you bloody wanker …" he muttered before completely losing it and attacking France to the floor. "How dare you make fun of Flying Mint Bunny! And blah blah blah-"

Tamaki watched in confusion as the two began rolling around on the ground while creating a dust cloud. "S-Should we help them?"

Romano scoffed. "Don't worry. I'll end this quick." He then pulled out a gun.

"V-VE! Fratello!"

"Y-You're not really going to use that are you?!"

Spain just laughed. "Lovi isn't that cold hearted ~."

Tamaki continued looking on as the Mafia boss began to aim. "A-Are you sure? It seems like he's going through with it." Spain cocked his head, now also realizing the Italian's plan. "Esto no es Bueno (This isn't good)."

"As the King of the Host Club, I need to stop him from doing anything rash!" So with that said, Tamaki got ready to lunge at him. Italy followed his lead and shouted, "Fratello!"

Just then, the classroom door opened and a terrorist walked out. "Hey, what's going on out here-" The man fell to the ground once Romano's bullet collided with his shoulder.

"EEK!" Tamaki and Italy shrieked. England and France stopped their argument and stood up as everyone crowded around the now unconscious man.

"Um … You didn't kill him did you?" asked England.

"Of course not Tea Bastard."

Spain laughed. "Well, you saved our butts Lovi~."

Romano ignored him and glanced at England and France. "If I had it my way that would be you two on the ground hardly breathing."

"So violent!" England and France exclaimed as they inched away.

"Hey, who are you guys?!" The six of them looked into the room and spotted a bunch of terrorists and students held hostage. The men held up their guns and began shooting instantly. Tamaki and the nations all jumped out of the door way except for Romano, who stood his ground.

"You fucking retards don't scare me!" he shouted before calmly stepping forward and shooting the men left and right, somehow avoiding the bullets headed towards him.

Tamaki gulped at the sight.

France glanced at England. "Angleterre, now would be a good time to use your magic mumbo jumbo."

"I thought you didn't believe in magic."

"I believe in magic but I don't believe in imaginary friends."

"Wanker," England muttered before jumping out behind Romano and casting a spell. Once the words to the spell where spoken, black hands reached out from a grayish stone gate and towards some of the terrorists still left standing. They grabbed hold of them and began whacking them around the room. The students screamed at the sight.

Tamaki gasped dramatically. "I-Is that … Truth?" (A/N: FMA reference)

"T-Those are scary," cried Italy.

Spain nodded. "Well, I guess we should help too." He leaped out from his hiding spot and charged forward with his axe.

Romano was about to shoot a man when suddenly, one of the black hands attacked him. This made the Italian glare at England. "Tea Bastard! Stop getting in my way!"

"It's not my fault you're so slow, git!"

"Say that again, Bitch!"

"GLADLY!"

"Ve! Fratello, you shouldn't be fight at a time like this!" he screamed once he noticed a man racing towards them at high speed. The two arguing nations didn't even see him yet. Italy screamed to get their attention again but they weren't listening.

"Shut up, Tea Bastard!"

"No, you shut up!"

"YOU!"

"FRATELLO!" Italy shouted one more time just as the terrorist exclaimed, "Got you!"

Finally the two nations noticed the man but had no time to defend. Just then Italy came charging towards them and slammed the terrorist into the ground, tears streaming down his face. "F-Fratello!" he squeaked before running into his brother's arms.

Romano tensed at the gesture but returned the hug anyway. "Thanks fratello," he muttered before tearing the other Italian off him. "Alright, let's end this. Don't get in my way Tea Bastard."

England rolled his eyes. "I could say the same for you, git."

Spain continued attacking them with the butt of his axe, making sure only to knock them out. As more terrorists approached them, Italy began whacking them upside the head with his white flag while shouting, "I surrender! I surrender!"

France and Tamaki stayed behind however still wondering what to do. "… What do we do?" the boy asked.

France shrugged. "I would go out there, but I don't want my hair to get ruined again."

Tamaki nudged him. "But come on Francis. We're French! Our hair would look good even if we got roughed up a bit. It's just a natural talent of ours," he exclaimed. France nodded. "But … we have not weapons."

Tamaki was about to agree when something came to mind. "We have sparkles though!"

"Quoi?"

"We have our sparkle! We may not be that annoying guy Edward Cullen from that American Novel but we are French and French people shine better than anyone in the world!"

"… Except for Germans."

"Except for Germans!" Tamaki agreed. "So what do you say?"

"Oui, let's go," France smirked. The two then made their way into the room and began to do what they do best … Sparkle.

"Hello, there Gentlemen," said Tamaki smoothly, causing some Terrorists and even the students to stop what they were doing.

"My name is Francis~."

"And I'm Tamaki. I'm more of a ladies man …"

"But we would like to entertain you." France winked. "What do you say boys~?"

The girls and even some of the boy students began dropping like flies as they fell under the trance of the two sexy men. The terrorists just stood there, squinting their eyes.

"W-Why are they so bright?" one asked.

"They're too bright! We need to put them down!" The men began racing towards them when suddenly Tamaki shook his finger at them. "Ah ah ah~" he smiled gracefully just as more sparkles appeared before them.

"T-They're too bright …"

"Why are they so bright?!"

Soon enough, the terrorists fell to the ground in defeat. "Too bright …" one murmured before passing out.

At the sight, England rolled his eyes. "The Frog and his newfound friend are being idiotic."

Spain grinned. "Someone sounds a little jealous~."

"I AM NOT!"

"Tamaki!" A voice rang out. Tamaki twirled around only to face the one and only, Renge, the Crazy Otaku and manager of the Host Club. "Renge? This is your class?"

"Yep!" she declared. "Us girls loved the way you and your friend there knocked out those terrorist guys but next time I think you should flip your hair a little to show-"

Tamaki smiled widely. "Like this." He demonstrated.

"That's perfect! Next time do that okay! Wait, where's Kyoya?"

Tamaki scratched the back of his hair. "Um … he's not here right now."

Renge pouted. "That's not fair …"

Suddenly an unconscious man came flying at them. They ducked letting the man slam into the wall.

"Watch out, gits!" England ordered as he cast another spell, putting a barrier over the students including Tamaki and Renge. The nations continued on attacking the terrorists until finally Romano shot the last one in the knee.

"That'll take care of those bastards," he said as he quickly kissed his gun and put it away. England released the students of the barrier and made his way towards the others only to be confused once Renge shouted, "GIRLS! Let's finish them off!"

The girl students nodded with determination and began running towards the nations.

"Are they trying to attack us?"

"I think so."

"What the fuck?"

They were even more surprised however when the stampede of females passed them and raced towards the unconscious terrorists. They began kicking them and slapping them as Renge looked on with pride. The nations still seemed dumbfounded by the fact that they were beating up people who were already out cold.

"You can thank us later," she said to the nations who laughed nervously.

France waltzed up to her suddenly and planted a kiss on her hand. "Bonjour, it is a pleasure to meet you mon amour (my love). My name is Francis Bonnefoy. It is an honor to be in your lovely presence." No one expected what happened next.

Renge slapped him hard across the face. "PHONY!"

France had a bewildered expression as he looked up at her, rubbing his now red cheek. "W-What?"

"You're nothing but a PHONY!" she shouted. "You actually think girls are going to love you?! You're an absolute phony!" That's when England burst out laughing like an idiot.

"Ahaha! Take that Frog! How does it feel to be looked down upon by a girl?!"

Renge glowered at him. "What does this have to do with me being a girl?! Deduction!"

England cocked an eyebrow. "Deduction?"

Spain just giggled at that. "Hehe … Better luck next time, si?"

Renge spun around to face him. "You! You're too cheerful! No girl is going to want a man like you if you don't step up your game!"

"HUH?"

"YOU TOO!" she then pointed at Italy. "You aren't interesting at all!"

"V-Ve?! Please don't hurt me! I surrender!" he squeaked before hiding behind his brother. Romano just grunted and shook him off.

"Get the fuck off me," he growled. Renge's eyes widened suddenly as she looked him up and down. "Hot … Sexy … Bad boy … and even better, he's Italian!" she squealed. Then she began waving for the other females. "Girls! Come here! You have to see it to believe it!"

"Huh?"

"What is it Renge?"

Renge approached Romano, her eyes sparkling. "Have you ever thought about joining the host club?"

Romano cocked an eyebrow. "The Host Club. I don't give a fuck, now get away from me."

"Are you sure?" she pressed. Romano then began to realize the girls that were slowly beginning to surround him. "Uh …" A blush came to the Italians face. "Look, whatever this shitty host club is, I'm not joining. I don't give a damn about it and I don't want you ladies to get hurt because of me being an asshole, got it?"

Renge and the others swooned. "OMG! He's worried about our safety!"

"Bad boy on the outside! Soft on the inside!"

"He's totally Tsundere!"

Spain even joined them. "He's so adorable, si?"

"You bet!"

Before he knew it, Romano was being backed up against a wall. There was now nowhere left to run as the fangirls (plus Spain) leaped at him and struggled to hug him.

"He's so cute!"

"Let me hug him!"

"Me too!"

"Oh look! He's embarrassed!"

"He's blushing! I think I just died!"

"Let me see!"

England and Italy looked on in confusion and fright. They now knew to stay away from Fangirls and to avoid them at all cost. As this scene continued Tamaki was trying to soothe a hurt France in the corner.

"You're not alone, mon ami. She did the same thing to me," Tamaki assured him with anime tears running down his face.

That's what it'd be like if Romano were real. Girls would totally be all over him. Mafia! Romano is interesting to write and sort of hard, yet fun! Reviews are appreciated. :)