It was another sunny afternoon at Ouran Academy, and the twins were busy carefully selecting costumes for the next Host Club meeting. "How about…this?"

"No," Haruhi replied.

"This?"

"No."

"This?"

"…it's still a no." Haruhi spotted a Japan costume and grabbed it. "I'll wear this." Then she ran off to change.

Tamaki twirled around to face the twins, his cloak billowing out around him. "Where's Haruhi?"

"She went to go dress up..." "…as Japan."

"Why didn't she wear…this!" he said, proudly whipping out a Seychelles outfit. The twins blinked and looked at each other.

"Well that's anticlimactic," they said in unison. Tamaki looked down, shocked, and threw the outfit back into the large box of costumes.

[Who's who:

Tamaki=France

Haruhi=Japan

Kyouya=Germany

Hikaru=Romano

Kaoru=Italy

Honey=Finland

Mori=Sweden]

Tamaki continued twirling…twirling…twirling, so interested by his cloak that he CRASHED into a wall.

"You ok, Boss?" Hikaru and Kaoru asked, not really caring. They started to laugh.

~xxx~

The former Axis and Allies stood in front of Ouran Academy, torn between gawking at the size of the building or the color of it. After the initial shock, they all turned to Japan.

A flash of annoyance crossed his eyes. "I did not build this school, you know."

England smirked. "Okay, chap."

Japan was very tempted to scowl. He decided to think about why they were here in the first place.

-CUE JAPAN FLASHBACK-

"Guys, we should totally visit Ouran Academy!" America cried.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Germany began,

"But it could be interesting, da?" Russia interrupted.

"Yeah!" America cheered. "I'll get the uniforms so we can sneak in! 'Cause I'm the hero!" He ran out the door.

Japan turned to the other nations. "America-kun and I will get the uniforms for us then. We will meet up later." He left, going after America, leaving the other nations to wander around until the two returned with the uniforms.

-END JAPAN FLASHBACK-

"Hey, Japan, America," China started, interrupting Japan's train of thought, "How did you get the uniforms for the school in the first place, aru? I thought they only gave them to students?"

Japan's face remained neutral, but America began to look nervous. "Uhh…let's…not talk about that…"

"What are you saying, you twit! Don't tell me that you actually robbed a store or something!" England yelled.

"Uhh,…hey, what are we waiting for? Let's go in!" America made a mad dash for the entrance.

"Don't ignore me, git!" England ran after him, France following. Everyone else watched them leave.

"Gee, I wonder how America actually got the uniforms," Russia wondered.

"Well, Su-san and I bought ours."

The remaining six (no, seven, Canada's there) turned to see Sweden and Finland decked out in matching uniforms. Germany raised an eyebrow. "So you decided to accompany us?"

Sweden nodded.

"Ve~, let's go!" Italy ran for the entrance.

"Italy!" Germany ran after him, Romano chasing them both, swearing. Entering Ouran turned into a race, and they all disappeared into the academy.

~xxx~

Germany walked down the halls, watching Italy flit from one end to the other, admiring the décor. After everyone entered the enormous building, they quickly became separated from each other. Germany couldn't decide if he was lucky or unlucky that he managed to keep Italy in sight (and lose Romano in the process).

"Doitsu~! Look at this! And this! And this, and this! And this! And this! And these! And those! And this!"

Unlucky. Definitely unlucky.

As Italy pulled Germany toward another delicate vase sitting on a pillar, a laugh rang through the air. Italy perked up and slipped away while Germany was occupied with examining it with a surprising amount of (thinly veiled) interest.

"Ohonhonhonhon…" "Ve~ Big Brother France, where are we going?"

Germany snapped upright.

"ITALY!"

~xxx~

France led Italy down various hallways, trying to keep away from Germany. Soon they ran into the large double doors of an abandoned looking music room.

"Ve~, what's in here?" Italy tried to push the doors open, but they barely budged. France, thinking that the room would be a good place to hide, helped Italy push the doors wide open.

What must have been hundreds of rose petals suddenly flew out and brushed their faces (enough so that poor Sealand was buried. Seriously, how did he get here? Someone should send him home.).

"Welcome." A group of voices shook the two nations out of their shocked staring. They walked in, awed. All of the princesses in the room turned to see the newcomers, then promptly squealed and crowded around them, talking amongst themselves about the handsome (and cute) men.

The crowd suddenly parted, revealing a smiling Tamaki. "Hey, Francis!"

France beamed. "Mon ami! Nice clothes!" He then dramatically ripped his school uniform off to reveal the exact military uniform Tamaki was wearing.

Tamaki laughed. "Same to you!" The Frenchmen began chatting like old friends.

Italy, on the other hand, spotted Hikaru and Kaoru. "Ve~, ciao!" He ran up to the twins and glomped them both at the same time, sending the three of them to the ground. The girls in the room squealed again.

"Ciao?" the twins asked, confused.

Italy's smile didn't falter. "Ve~ it means hello in Italian!"

Oh! It's because he's Italy, isn't it! The two felt a bit foolish for not figuring this out sooner. But... "Hey…Feliciano," Hikaru began, almost forgetting they had to use Italy's human name, "What does 'fratello' mean?" Kaoru finished.

"It means 'brother' in Italian, ve~"

"Ohhh... so then-."

"-what does 've' mean?"

"You say it a lot!"

"Almost too much if you ask me."

When Italy finished swinging his head back and forth keeping up with the ping-pong-like speaking style of the twins, Italy paused, deep in thought. After a few moments with a (cute) thoughtful frown on his face, the Italian looked up with a grin and a shrug.

"I don't know, ve~!".

The twins sweatdropped. Not exactly the answer I was expecting… (But it was an answer nonetheless)

Germany walked into the music room, also in awe of what was before him. Not only were there a large number of women (which admittedly made him nervous) there were the members of Ouran Host Club, who were dressed like some of his…acquaintances. Italy spotted Germany and ran to hug him, resulting in yet another fangirl squeal (which put Germany on edge even more).

Hearing the lovely piano music in the background, Germany was suddenly reminded of his prim and proper neighbor. "I wonder how Austria is doing," he muttered to himself.

"Why don't you ask him, ve~? He's over there." Italy gestured to the piano in the back of the room before running back to his new friends, the twins, to babble on to them about various Italian things. Sure enough, Austria was playing a beautiful piano piece on the grand piano. Everyone did a double take, even Kyouya.

"How did I not see him?!" Germany shouted. At the sudden, loud noise, everyone in the room turned to look at him. Germany started to blush.

"Er…sorry?"

The female population let out a squeal for the fourth time. But this time, it was loud. Louder than all the previous episodes by a large margin. At once they ran to Germany and surrounded him, talking a mile per minute.

"Your voice is so deep!"

"Your eyes are so dreamy!"

"How does your hair stay like that?"

"Do you work out?"

Germany was absolutely frozen. He couldn't move any of his limbs, he couldn't talk, he couldn't react to anything. His brain just completely shut down, he was that overwhelmed by the women surrounding him. Which, if you look at it, is very understandable, since if someone who isn't very social at all in the first place suddenly having a couple dozen girls fussing over him all at once, wouldn't that be an extremely radical change? The fact that he wasn't comfortable around girls to begin with probably didn't help either.

Hikaru and Kaoru were trying their hardest not to laugh hysterically at Germany's face, which could give one of Spain or Romano's best tomatoes a run for its money, and so was most of the other hosts. Italy and France were just beaming. Even Kyouya and the ever-stoic Mori cracked a smile. Austria didn't turn away from his piano, but he was definitely smirking as he played.

All of a sudden, the other countries burst into the room, all attracted by the piano music, Germany's loud yelling, and the shrieks of the girls. As soon as they witnessed Germany's dilemma, many of them too began ginning at the scene. Chuckling quietly, Japan couldn't quite resist taking a few pictures with his camera. Eventually, America and (surprisingly) Romano couldn't hold it in anymore and their laughter filled the air. The other nations started to chuckle as well (except for Sweden, he just let a small smile peek through his stoic face), and soon most of the Host Club members joined in, even Haruhi.

"HAHAHAHA! Hey dudes, look! Germany's got fangirls!" America's laughter was obviously the loudest, and the girls' attention was drawn from the German to the other men standing near the entrance. The princesses dispersed to talk to the other nations, reducing the number of bodies around Germany to three or four yellow-clad students. Eventually, Germany managed to break away from them and staggered over to Kyouya (who he noted was dressed in an exact copy of Germany's military uniform…interesting), collapsing in the chair next to him.

Kyouya stopped jotting down finances long enough to smirk at Germany. Germany scowled and looked away. Kyouya took out a pocket notebook, looked around the room at the nations (observing how they all absorbed the attention of the Host Club princesses with relative ease), and jotted some notes down in it. He then went back to working on the Host Club's finances.

Germany glanced warily at the four girls eying him with interest. He swallowed. "Ah…Kyouya?"

Kyouya looked up. "What is it, Ludwig?" he asked, slightly annoyed at being interrupted.

"Do you…need any help?"

Kyouya's annoyance faded as he watched Germany's eyes flicker from him to the girls across the room and back to him. He just needs a distraction, Kyouya realized. He didn't know why he felt such sympathy towards Germany. Perhaps it was because he wanted them to be…friends? Kyouya shook the thought out of his head. He handed Germany some bills and a piece of paper with a grid on it, telling Germany to write the dollar totals down on the paper based on month, and add them up. A simple job. But Germany looked grateful. Soon the two were able to start a light conversation about their peers, like last time they met.

Japan looked around the room and watched his fellow nations interact with the Host Club.

He watched as Kyouya and Germany did finances whilst chatting.

He spotted Tamaki and France teaming up to woo the ladies that still surrounded them.

He glanced over to his right and saw Mori, Sweden, Honey, and Finland sitting at a table eating cake while chatting, and there was a ring of girls around them.

He saw Romano and Hikaru shaking hands, possibly making up after the fight they had last time they met. Kaoru and Italy were encouraging them and soon dragged them into a four-way conversation.

Haruhi walked up to Japan with a tea tray in her hands. Japan turned to look at her. She gestured with her head at the scenes playing before them. "So, what do you think?"

Japan nervously smiled. "Uh…well… it's a bit overwhelming, to say the least."

Haruhi nodded. "Yeah, but believe it or not you get used to it."

"I can believe that."

Silence fell between them. Haruhi lifted the tray up a little. "Do you want to help me?"

"It would be impolite for me to refuse, so yes, I would," Japan responded, cocking his head. He took the tray from Haruhi's hands. "What do I do with it?"

Haruhi blinked, then told Japan what he needed to do. While they worked, they settled into a relatively light conversation.

~xxx~

Pretty soon, the Host Club hours were over and the customers reluctantly left. Italy waved them goodbye with a big grin as they passed, and Kaoru chuckled at his actions.

"HAHAHA! You know what? That went pretty good if I do say so myself!" America laughed. Several other countries murmured their agreement (Aside from England, who instead snarked about America's grammar). Canada did too, although none of the others noticed him (But he was happy anyway. Some of the pretty ladies actually saw him!).

"Che. Great. So what the hell do we do now?" Romano crossed his arms and scowled.

Tamaki raised a fist. "We should go out to a (commoner) restaurant and eat! Haruhi, my daughter, direct us to your favorite one!"

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "I don't have a favorite restaurant, senpai."

As Tamaki began to grow mushrooms in his emo-corner, and France tried to talk him out of said corner, Haruhi turned to the others. "Got any ideas?"

"We could make the food ourselves," Sweden suggested. Mori nodded in agreement.

"But what should we make?" Honey wondered.

Italy raised his hand and waved it around. "Ooh, ooh! Me, me! Let me go!"

The Host Club sweatdropped. "Okay," Haruhi said, "I...pick you, Italy."

Italy put his hand down and grinned. "Okay, um…" He took a big breath.

Everyone leaned in closer, curious about what the nation had to suggest.

"PASTAAAAAAAA~!"

The Host Club fell to the ground in shock. The other nations, however, just sighed and shook their heads. Oh, Italy...