England POV

I huffed, yanking open the door of the Host Room. Everyone was fawning over us being nations and such; frankly, those gits need to calm down! They haven't discovered dinosaurs or anything, just nations being personified in human bodies.

I flopped down on the comfy couch, leaning back and shutting my eyes, I just need a little break from everyone… I smiled softly to myself, not a sound anywhere.

Though, I should probably get back to the black magic club sooner or later now that I think about it. I haven't gone there in ages. All because of the stupid kidnappings. However, I do wonder if we will be force to stay at Ouran now that they no what we are. Hm, so many questions.

"Oh, it's you, black sheep of Europe."

Bloody hell. Can't I just get a break!? I craned my head to the side to see none other than France standing in the doorway, "Frog Face," I spat at him, returning to my comfortable position, closing my eyes once again.

"Ohonhon~ Why are you here, idiot?" France asks, walking over to me. I sighed; I'm not even in the mood to bicker for the sake of bickering!

"I'm trying to relax frog, but it seems I can't even do that. Bloody git."

France laughed that weird laugh, and I just peeked a glance at him to see him kicking back on the armchair, propping his feet up on the table in the most ungentlemanly way.

"I understand mon ami, who knew Japan had such eccentric kids," He laughed again, closing his eyes.

"Yes," I replied, "Maybe all we thought about Japan was wrong. And have you seen some of his animes? They're so violent!"

"And flashy… or porny… if you know what I mean Ohonhonhon~."

"You git! Of course I do!" I huffed and shut my eyes again. Leave it to that wanker to find the anime's like that! Though, he does have a point. All the girls in the shows wear ridiculously short skirts that constantly show off their… parts.

Ahem, I should not be thinking those thoughts.

A silence between us formed, it was a comfortable silence though. We both sat back and just relaxed from the chaotic week. Or tried to, you should know relaxing is near impossible with the Host Club around.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

My eyes shot open and I bolted up, looking at the also flustered France. Where is that laughing coming from? The room began to shake and the sound of a powerful motor emitted from the ground. The floor cracked revealing a platform rising with a girl on it, spinning and laughing.

"Bloody hell!" How long has she been under there? And how is that happening? Isn't this supposed to be a music room?

The girl stopped spinning, she was facing us with a satisfied smirk on her face and her hand resting on her hips, when she suddenly pointed at us.

"You two are perfect!" She shrieked, her voice sounding of nails on a chalkboard.

"P-perfect?" France stuttered, looking up at the crazy git.

"Yes!" She declared, "The flirt and the tsundere! Two men fighting, afraid to show their undying love for each other! But when push comes to shove, they will always be there for each other, as lovers!"

I stared at this girl in utter disbelief, as did the frog. She was worse then that alien machine in Paint it White. Lovers? Hell no.

"I'm a flirt?" France asked, slumped and looked as if he had given up.

The girl nodded, "Yep! For the Host Club, you two would be perfect partners! Like the twins or Honey and Mori. You compliment each other by fighting then making up in the most romantic way!"

Host Club… I should have known that had something to so with it.

I straightened up, regaining my composure, "I'm sorry, Love, but I am not in the Host Club, nor will I ever be. They are merely a group of guys selling out their love like cheap prostitutes."

The girl gasped and looked at me in shock and horror. Did I say something wrong?

France regained his composure and stood by me, crossing his arms over his chest, "I hate to agree with the Black Sheep," he pointed at me with his thumb, "but he has a point. I refuse to work with him, and we are not lovers."

I shook my head, "I would rather die by a brutal death consisting of rusty spoons."

"And I, mon ami, would rather eat your cooking."

I turned to him sharply, "MY COOKING IS NOT BAD!"

The French man laughed, "Its flavor is worse than eating dog crap off the bottom of your shoe!"

"NO IT'S NOT!" I started to strangle the frog and he started to strangle me back, creating the daily fistfight. However, instead of people trying to break us up, as usual, we heard an 'awe' followed by a 'see! Perfect!'

France and I stopped our fight and looked up at the giddy girl. She squealed and looked at us again, "Now you have to join the Host Club and do just that! It'll bring in a bunch of customers!"

"She does have a point,"

We looked over to see the third voice, being the twins.

"Thank you Renge. I see what you mean. I'm sure the girls would love this."

Renge smiled. I sighed, once again, and pulled myself away from France. This is ridiculous.

"You guys," "Could really bring in money," "doing that."

"No."

The twins smirked and wrapped their arms over each other's shoulders, sharing evil looks, "America already told us France proposed to you,"

"What? PERFECT! I MUST TELL KYOYA! SOO KAWAIII! DID YOU SAY YES?"

"THAT WAS JUST ONE TIME! AND I HAD TO BECAUSE MY EONOMY WAS COLLASPING!"

"I NEVER WANTED IT! YOU GITS! HE FORCED ME!"

The twins smirked at each other. Now there's no way we can get out of this mess.

Bloody wankers.

Spain POV

"Lovi~" I called. My little tomato turned and scowled at me. Aw, his scowls are so cute! With him was his little Fratello and Haruhi, and the obnoxious American. Oh well.

I ran up to them, waving the camera around.

"What's that Antonio?" Haruhi asked, looking at the object being waved around.

"A camera!" I beamed.

"No dip Sherlock, she means what the hell's in the camera!"

oh.

I turned on the digital camera and showed them the pictures of Russia, leaving them wide eyed and mouth agape.

"R-Russia's really… nice?! VE~ SOMETHING'S WRONG-A IN THE WROLD-A!" Italy screamed, running in circles like a headless chicken.

"Hell's frozen over."

"Yep."

"I think it's sweet," Haruhi stated, looking through the pictures. I smiled, and laughed.

"I think he has an amigo!"

The temperature dropped twenty degree's and a murderous tension rose in the air, everyone froze.

"kolkolkol, what do you have there?"

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