Prologue
"Four bloody libraries and every single one is crowded, if those wankers aren't studying they should bloody well go home!" Arthur Kirkland walked the halls grumbling angrily to himself. He glanced out the window, catching a glimpse of a group of doves flying by. Yes, he could go home, but that would be admitting defeat - and besides it would be too loud too seriously study there.
So when he reached the door to Music Room 3, he hoped to find it perfectly empty and hopefully quite. It was the first place that seemed to potentially be able to fit his needs; gently he grasped the door handle and turned. Rose petals belted him from all sides, "What the hell!" he cried.
"Welcome!" Male voices cried, and when the petal storm calmed down they were all standing around a blonde sitting happily in a chair.
Arthur: I sought quiet… instead I found the host club.
Arthur collapsed against the door frame stunned; they had nearly given him a heart attack. Men! Good-Looking Men! What is this? He thought trying to make sense of why random hot guys would be welcoming him like he was a royal.
"Dude, it's a dude!" The blonde sitting down in the middle cried bursting into a fit of laughter. He sounded quite loud and obnoxious.
"Shut it Alfred - men are valuable patrons for l'amour." An obviously French man smiled, smacking the blonde on the head and making his way over to were Arthur had collapsed, his hand still on the knob.
"Welcome to Ouran Host Club. Arthur Kirkland scholarship student right? You are a rare creature indeed." He smiled holding out his hand to help the Brit up.
"Umm… I" He stuttered, jumping to attention and nearly hitting the French man in the nose as he stood up.
Episode One
The Private Ouran Institute…
A lovely school stationed in America, hosting high class students from royalty, to politicians, to rich company heads children; high class patrons from all over the world; linage counting first, money a close second. The wealthy are blessed with idle hours… and seven handsome, especially idle students have formed the Host Club to entertain females also burdened by a surfeit of leisure time.
Back to the Story…
"Welcome again to Ouran Host Club, Honor student. I believe you are in the same class as Alfred san?" A Japanese man stated not bothering for an answer, just turning towards his notebook to take notes.
"Ah… I." Arthur glanced at the dirty blonde memory finally sinking in; he was the extremely loud boy the teachers were always yelling at, Alfred.
"You know, our school tradition makes it quite difficult for commoners to get in. I've heard that unless you possess a rather overconfident nerve, it's impossible to become a student here. "The Japanese man said looking up from his book briefly as if the idea had just occurred to him and flashed an overly radiant smile. Arthur stared on, now angrily, but before he could muster a comeback response, Alfred grasped him by the shoulders.
"In short you're top student but poorer than a church mouse, you're a hero Artie!" He grinned throwing one of his fists in the air with great enthusiasm. Arthur using that moment to wiggle out of his grasp heading towards the exit, only to be blocked by a redhead.
"We heard you might be gay." He bluntly stated causing the Brit to blush and retreat further back into the room.
"Not that there's anything wrong with that mon ami." The obvious French blonde winked, wagging his finger toward the red-haired boy. "So what's you type mon cher?" He asked, bending down at the Brit's feet to kiss his hand.
"Wha…" Chills, and not good ones raced down his spine. This man was creeping him out.
"What is your type? Wild man," he gestured to the husky German hovering over the now smiling redhead. "Boy Lolita," The redhead waved happily. "Cool type," He now nodded his head towards the Japanese man who was still enticed in his notebook. "Little Devil Type," He first gestured at a brown haired Spaniard then at the redhead who was now looking pissed off by Alfred. Wait were there two redheads? "Or myself, the princely type." He took the younger man into his arms running his hand along the others cheek, freaking out the younger boy.
"You forgot me! I'm the HERO!" The dirty blonde shouted, rushing over to remove the Frenchman's hold on their guest. "So am I more your style?" He winked trying to hijack the others hand, only to receive a smack.
"No it's not like that I was just loo-" As Arthur again tried to inch towards the door one of the red-heads appeared.
"Are you really a hero Arthur? Alfie and I love tales of rescuing girls!" The red head grinned twirling the other boy by his hand, speaking in a heavy Italian accent.
"Let go you GIT!" He yelled causing the other boy to flee to the German's arms crying all the way. "Look I was just looking for a quiet place to study." He walked backwards exasperated, waving his arms to wade off any more ideas of them grabbing him.
"So excuse me." He sighed, turning on his heel when he reached a safe distance, which was a mistake. He knocked into a pedestal holding a vase, which - proving that unlike in some mangas, gravity does indeed work - tumbled down to the ground.
CRASH
Time was at a standstill as Arthur stared at the now broken pieces of a once proud greenish white vase. "Now you've done it! That was a Renaissance piece grandpa gave us to use in the school auction." One of the Italians scolded, bringing Arthur back to reality spinning around to apologize.
"Umm… I can pay for that." He stuttered, looking at the closest of the red-heads.
"I doubt it. The bidding for that vase was to start at eighty thousand dollars and you can't even afford a simple uniform, you bastard." He huffed in annoyance, while the victim stared in shock glancing, briefly down at his tan sweater vest and green tie.
Damn that was harsh but true…
"What should we do Feli chan, Lovino san?" The Japanese boy asked, gently picking up a few of the shards and heading towards the German and the boy clinging on him.
"Have you ever heard of When in Rome, do what the romans do?" The originally sweet voice asked now emotionless, starring out the window.
"A wonderfully heroic idea; Artie starting today, you are the Host clubs dog until you redeem yourself as the hero I thought you to be."
"What!" He collapsed.
Mom what have I gotten myself into?
The Host Club is Now Open for Business…
"Francis kun, what is your favorite music?" One of the plethora of girls asked nervously.
"The tune that reminds me of you of course." He responded, beginning to hum a seemingly random song.
"Alfred I made you some cake today, would you like it?" A brown haired girl asked, wringing her hands.
"Awesome, CAKE! I love you!' He cried taking a slice then, remembering he had customers immediately turned to gallant mode. "But I'll only eat it, if you feed it to me." He whispered in her ear causing the girl to faint, as the boy quickly dug in to his newfound treat.
"Alfred I heard you were keeping a filthy little kitten." A red-headed German girl stated, sipping her tea.
"Oh, I haven't got a cat, only my doggy Tony. I swear though, he's got to be from Mars…" He replied, not getting her metaphor and entering his own world.
"I meant a commoner." She raised her voice in annoyance bringing him back. He was definitely handsome and noble, but the boy could be so clueless, she thought to herself.
"Artie yeah, he's awesome! I might make him a host if he keeps up the good work. Oh there he is now, Artie!" He shouted, jumping up to tackle the shorter boy.
"Get off of me wanker, your bloody heavy and who are you calling Artie. It's Arthur!" He yelled.
"Sorry, so how was the grocery shopping? You get everything alright kitten?" He asked hijacking the bag and placing it on one of the coffee tables.
"K-kitten." One of Alfred's patrons laughed.
"Hey what's this?"
"What's it look like you git, coffee."
"I've never seen this brand before. Is this already ground?" He asked turning the container every which way.
"No, it's instant. Dad likes the bloody stuff, I prefer tea though." The older boy sighed, wishing he could have tea that very moment.
"Instant." All of the rich people surrounding Arthur repeated dumbly until Alfred shouted in excitement.
"Commoners coffee! What a great invention, all you've got to do is add water." He grinned rushing over to show Francis. "See!" He shoved the container under the Frenchman's nose.
"Ahh, I see. Now could you kindly remove it from my face."
"So it's true that poor people have no free time to grind their coffee beans? Commoners truly are wise." The darker haired twin asked, coming up from behind.
"I'll go get something else. Sorry for not getting the right kind." He tried to sound unbothered as he took it from his classmate, but in all honesty, he just wanted to shove the coffee up their asses.
"No wait! I want to try it." Alfred cried, taking the jar back while all the rich kids stared on shocked. "I'm definitely going to drink this!" Everyone but the commoner cheered.
"Come on Artie, can't you make some for us? Please?" He added 'please' as an afterthought heading towards the china cabinet.
Dame rich wankers….
"Oh Alfred your carrying the joke too far. There's no way a lowly persons drink will be to your taste."
"Did you say something?" The lowly person asked the red-head trying to remain calm and hold his gentlemanly image.
"Oh! Excuse me I was talking to myself." She turned to face him almost like she was scolding him for asking.
"Hurry up Arthur!" Alfred called from across the room, waving his arms wildly.
Demonstration of Commoners, Coffee by a Commoner…
Arthur placed a spoonful of the mix in the last cup cursing the fact he was ruining such a fine tea cup with such a distasteful drink. But the show had to go on for the others amusement so he then gracefully poured the hot water into all the now filled cups while Alfred beamed.
"Let the test begin!" He again yelled after the cups had been distributed, Arthur was begining to suspect the boy didn't really have an indoor voice.
"I'm a little scared to drink this…"
"If I drink this father might yell at me." Girls began, all nervous to taint their lips with commoner's coffee.
"What if you drink it from my mouth?" Francis replied, jumping at the chance and taking one of the girls up to his face.
"I-i'd drink it." She swooned into his embrace while the others squealed their delight.
Bullocks this is ridiculous…
"So then he had this horrible dream and started crying..."
"Shut up you tomato eating bastard!" Lovino yelled forgetting to sensor himself in front of the ladies, but then realizing their presence, he shifted gears. "I hate you, why would you tell that story in front of the others?" Tears pouring down his cheeks causing the Spaniard to smile.
"Lovino I'm sorry." He grinned taking the other boy's cheek and staring in those usually angry eyes. "You were so cute when it happened I couldn't help it."
"Wahhh! What love!" The girls yelled, blushing bright pink.
Forth year high school student, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and third year Lovino Vargas.
Why are they crying for joy, I just don't bloody get it…
"Sorry were late!"
"Italia chan! Germany kun!" One of the previously unentertained guests cried, hands to her chest. What was with the country names? Arthur thought as the other twin and the silent German entered. "We've been waiting for you." The girls cried enthusiastically.
"I'm sorry I was waiting for Germany to get out of his craft club meeting. It was so boring I feel asleep." He yawned, as the girls fawned over him. "I'm still a bit sleepy." He rubbed his eyes, while the girls cried in glee.
Third year high school students Feliciano Vargas and Ludwig Weillschmidt,
Also referred to as Germany and Italy.
"Is he really a third year?" Arthur asked aloud.
"Feliciano chan is one of our more popular hosts despite his appearance. While on the other hand Ludwig kun's draw is his silent protective nature." Kiku Honda said, as Arthur had been introduced to.
"Arthur!" Italy jumped on the boy's arm spinning him around. "You want some pasta?"
"No I don't think so." He was definitely not hungry after that spin.
"Then you want to play with Poki!" He grinned holding out a stuffed brown cat.
"I'm sorry but I'm fine. Actually I prefer bunnies and unicorn plushies more." He gulped trying to keep down his lunch.
"You don't like Poki!" Tears were already starting to form.
"Italia chan go entertain your guests you've already kept them waiting." Kiku scolded freeing Arthur from having to respond, seeing as the Italian raced back and jumped onto his guests lap.
"Our clubs policy is to utilize everyone's individual characteristics and respond to our guests. By the way shockingly Alfred is number one, the king or as he'd say, the hero. His request rate is tied with Francis but he is our leader." He sighed starring on at the younger boy.
"Oh. By the way, with your eight thousand dollar debt, you should be the clubs dog till you graduate, unless Alfred makes you a host. You're free to run away of course, I know you have a passport, but please realize my family's connections are strong worldwide."
Third year high school student Kiku Honda.
Is he threatening me!
"Ahhh!" The blonde yelled protecting his neck as Francis laughed goodheartedly, at the British man's dismay. "Don't blow on my neck git!"
"Your not going to get a girl with that kind of mouth, and undignified posture." He scolded.
"Yeah will I'm not interested in that sort of thing." He sighed. "I mean were in high school, it's not like it matters." Francis gasped for breath, clutching his chest as if he'd been stabbed.
"But love should be shared with the world!" He cried grabbing the shorter boy's hands to look him in the eye.
"Francis's is right Artie! I mean look at me, my awesomeness should be shared with the world. I mean you put museum pieces in museums." Alfred jumped in, cheering the French man in his argument.
"Exactly right Amerique, Which is why we started this club to share our beauty and love." He smiled happy for the help.
More country names? You know these two our extremely, oh what's the word…
"With your looks Arthur, you should be more dignified and share your looks with us. Perhaps it's because you do not know the trade? Allow us to demonstrate!" And they were off into their own world.
"When you put down a class, you cushion it with your pinky, to eliminate the harsh sound and show grace."Francis shared his seemingly useless advice taking his glass and doing just that.
"Yeah! Then you look so heroic and cool Artie." Alfred ginned copying Francis but then adding his own twist at the end by pumping his other fist in the air.
Obnoxious, yeah but… loud? Alfred yes. Except, no that's not it…
"Yes, this way it looks more regal." Francis continued, nodding. "But the most important device you can use is looking up at an angle." The Frenchman did just that, attacking with full out charm mode, on the Brit.
Then suddenly it came to him, and it was so perfect he bounced his fist in his open palm. "Annoying." In a matter of seconds, Alfred had disappeared and Francis had dropped to his knees in tears.
"Non non. This godly specimen can not be annoying, that monstrosity is the obnoxious annoying prat." He cried pointing at the American who was now sulking in a corner, and where those mushrooms?
"Haha! That's perfect, way to tell that hero loving asshole." Lovino cried, clutching his sides while Antonio was also trying to hide his amusement.
"You should not have done that." Kiku said reprimanding the host's dog, but secretly smiling on the inside.
"Alfred I'm sorry. Are you okay?" The Brit asked slowly approaching the younger boy, ignoring the Frenchman's protests and the devils laughter.
"King." Wait what? "Or hero." Remembering the Japanese man's warning, Arthur sighed, finally getting what he meant.
"Okay your highn…" Before he could finish the sentence, Lovino 'accidently' ran into the hero lover.
"Oh. Pardon me your majesty." He laughed. Meanwhile Francis picked the king of his royal ass and promptly sat him in front of customers.
"I know it hurts mon ami, but our customers come first sire. You are there hero."
"Yeah you royal bastard, get back to work." The Italian called over his shoulder.
Fourth year high school student Francis Bonnefey. And
Second year Alfred F. Jones. King of the host club, but no one really bothers with the title.
Their all idiots…
"I just wanted someplace quite to study…" Arthur sighed wondering why he couldn't have opened a different door and avoided this whole ordeal. He was hear now though, sadly.
"Why didn't you go home then bastard? We don't want you ass hear anyway." Lovino said walking by.
"Yeah? Well, I don't want to be hear either!" The Brit yelled, spinning around at the more angrier and foulmouthed of the twins. "Besides! It's to loud there and dad would have likely sucked me into working, he always forgets I have homework." He groaned rubbing his temples.
"Suck it up." Lovino replied his hands on his hips.
"It's not that. I can't, okay…" He began mumbling and looking at his feet, catching the attention of the American. "I just don't want to get in the way and worry them. I've got to do well in school and if I don't then I'm just a bother. Especially since, unlike wankers like you were not will off. It's even worse since dad's raising us all by himself now. So even when I have school work, I just have to help. " He finished weakly.
"That's so sad!" Alfred said, popping up in front of the blonde tears pouring down his face.
"E-eh no it's not that bloody bad, stop crying git." He freaked, not quite sure yet that he was supposed to ignore the American's random bursts of sadness.
"To poor to even afford real coffee, so poor you might've been sold to a mean master who's left you crying into your pillow every night!" He screamed in agony at the very thought shaking the poor Englishman silly.
"Where the hell did that come from?" He yelled smacking the lovable idiot on the head.
"But you could be living it Artie! Very will I think it's time, Kiku ring up the school tailor. France get some proper pauper food to sit the mood." He yelled pointing at the Japanesse man already pulling out his phone. "Spain get some tweezers for those catipellers."
"Like HELL you're touching my eyebrows! Bloody gits!" Arthur yelled his protest as Ludwig promptly picked him up, the blond kicking and screaming all the way.
"What about me America?" Feliciano grinned, jumping to attention, ready to help.
"Italy eat your pasta!"
"That can do!" He grinned, pulling out a gigantic pot and giving a thumbs up before heading to do just that.
"Here's the uniform." Japan smiled a half hour later gesturing to one of the servants bearing said uniform. Whereas the other bore, from what Arthur could see, McDonalds?
A hero must be dedicated to extensive research even if such research is fast food…
"Put this on mon ami." The more and more frog looking Frenchman grinned evilly, pinning Arthur with his eyes in the make shift changing room.
"Get the bloody hell out then!" The victim yelled, guarding his chest and cloths with his hands, as the Spaniard flexed his fingers, both elders eager to get the little blonde stripped. Of course, this only got them both hit in the head, at the same time, one from the victim, and the other from a very pissed Italian who dragged them both out.
"Asshole! Keep your god damn hands to yourself or I'll chop them off!" He huffed. Arthur couldn't decide if he should be grateful or scared for his upperclassmen. He went with grateful.
Word of advice to all mess with Antonio, you'll get a pissed off Lovino…
"Are you done putting it on Artie!" Alfred called through the curtain, his mouth stuffed with hamburger. He truly loved these greasy treats, whoever MacDonald was he was god.
"Umm… This uniform, is it really alright for me to have it?" He asked hesitantly pulling the curtain open to reveal himself, Kiku letting out one word, 'kawaii'. Which indeed the blond was truly adorable, his hair was still ruffled and messy, truthfully though, he wasn't much different but the boy had the knack to make nearly everything work on him. So everyone was eager to till him so. Of course his eyebrows were left alone, no one wanted to die trying... not even the hero.
"Ahh…mon cher, why not give us another show this time without the uniform on." The Frenchman quirked his eyebrows, laughing annoyingly.
"Veh~ Artie you're so pretty!" The Italian grinned running up for a hug.
"Hai. Should we test him on the customers Alfred?"
"That's the plan, time to show off those killer hot looks! Starting today you're officially a host! If you get a hundred customers your debt's gone like these hamburgers." Kiku, taking the hint pulled out his phone already cursing Ronald McDonald. These burgers would just turn into another major expense like all the ice-cream, cake, and pasta Italy chan and America kun seemed to eat.
"H-host, bloody hell…"
Vase: 80,000
Uniform: 3,000
Arthur's mortifying expression at becoming a host: Priceless
"Arthur what are your hobbies?"
"Do you like to cook?" The harpies asked eagerly taking in their new victim, I mean host.
I have no idea what to say… this bloody sucks.
"Why did you join the club Arthur?" One of the more annoying girls asked, causing a shudder down his spine.
80,000 dollar debt waved if I can get 100 customers, that was the deal. Focus, Arthur what did that bloody wanker say? 'When things get difficult look from below.'
Suddenly Arthur beamed with confidence, bending down to grab his nearest patrons drink. He looked up. "Would you like some more?"
"Y-yes please." She blushed looking away.
"Wow, we've never had someone with such manners before." Antonio grinned, mentally excluding himself and, for could measure, Kiku from the list. Kiku could be scary when he wanted.
"Yes, they seem to be liking him nicely." Said Japanese man marked a note, hoping this 'Endeavour' would continue to succeed.
"I heard your mother passed away nine years ago from sickness, so what about the housework?" One of the more insensitive customers asked curiously.
"Oh, I do it, my siblings and I take turns actually. Though it's usually me or Lauren who makes dinner, Patrick's usually busy being an arse and well Peter's still too young. I love cooking actually," He paused his face growing sad, lost in memory. "My mother left us a lot off recipes its fun to try them, especially when I get one right."
At that moment from his crouched position behind the couch the hero's heart went out to his elder. He couldn't help being in awe, just like the new host's patrons. Artie truly was adorable he just wished the poor boy wasn't, well, poor.
"A natural isn't he Amerique."Francis asked joining the 'king' in his hiding spot. "No ploys, just himself. Plus, if you scratched out the 'arse' part, it's golden." He mused while the girls were all begging to see Arthur again tomorrow.
"Master Alfred." Princess Mariah coughed, trying to summon her host back up from his spot. She did not like being second for her princes attentions, at least not when it came to a commoner.
"Oh, so sorry milady, was just worried about Artie there, you know he's knew and all." He apologized while Francis went back to his own customers.
"You certainly seem to have your eye on him a lot."
"Of course he's like my brother now." He smiled contently snapping his fingers for the Bit to join them. "Arthur."
"Yes, git? You know, I'm not a bloody dog." He huffed, coming over annoyed. Alfred decided to ignore that.
"Dude let me introduce you to my regular, Princess Mariah."
Ah, the rude cow from before…
"Pleased to meet you officially." He grimaced offering a hand, which for some reason just sit the American off.
"Artie you're so cute!" He yelled, happily tackling the smaller boy and promptly spinning him around. "You looked so embarrassed, haha."
"Umm… Alfred." Mariah called weakly.
"Don't bother that idiot can't keep his damn hands off Arthur." Lovino sighed, purposely forcing himself not to cuss in front of a customer. It was just so hard though! Who could blame him when he slipped up.
Arthur was getting desperate from the constant spinning, when suddenly his eyes caught on a certain German boy. "Ludwig! Help!" He cried desperately, this American was mad.
With the agility of a cheetah, he was there lifting the smaller blonde to freedom, knocking the American to the ground. "Ahhh… Ludwig?"
"He asked for help. Stop picking on him."
"Come on Artie come back to big brother then. I promise I won't spin you." The newfound hamburger lover laughed, trying to convince both blondes to let him have his prize. They weren't buying it.
"You're no brother of mine, besides I'm a year older git!" The Englishman yelled as Ludwig set him down keeping himself between the two. Mariah Kassel glared. If looks could kill Arthur would be dead, and that red head was going to give it her all.
Arthur grumbled to himself in annoyance. He was being harassed, no questions asked. First that stupid sewing needle in his jacket stabbing him, then the blade in his book. The mud left in his locker, and now this. He could handle the other stuff; he was stubborn and tough when it came to bullying. But damn it! His wallet was in there, and this was getting annoying.
I thought this school wasn't supposed to have bloody bullying!I knew those wankers lied…
For there in one of the many fountains, the school had. His book bag now floated littering papers from its innards. He ran; better to get his bag out sooner than later.
"Ah… you." It was the red-haired princess from before. "Alfred really has fixed you to at least appear tidy," What? "To bad your background doesn't match the image." With that thought, she left, leaving Arthur to wonder if she was the cause of his lost wallet.
She's definitely my prime suspect, what's her bloody problem anyway? Now where is it?
"Gahh, I need that wallet for dinner tonight." He worried, rustling through the water, wishing it wasn't his turn to get groceries for dinner. They didn't really have enough money to waste, with five mouths to feed. Thank god, Scott and Byron were out of the house, being both in their twenties, or life would be even more difficult.
"Hey, commoner you've got a lot of guts skipping the meeting." What sounded like Francis called. Sure enough when Arthur turned around it was the clubs second in command. "Tsk tsk, Angletere." He wagged his fingers.
"What's with the country names? Anyways sorry I'll be there soon, I just… accidently dropped my bag." He lied, turning back to his search. He thought the Frenchman would go away, but sadly he heard a splash. "Go away I can do it myself, besides you'll get wet.." The Brit huffed in annoyance.
"It'll go faster with two. Besides mon cher, water isn't going to hurt my looks." He grinned, plunging deep into the water. Arthur could only stare, overall he found this man annoying, selfish, and full of himself. Actually a lot like the American, so this gesture seemed quite shocking. After all, they came from two different worlds, yet here he was helping and for nothing in return.
"Ahh, here we go." He sighed contently pulling out the now soaked wallet. "I take it this was what you really wanted, no?" He winked, walking over holding the soggy mess out. "You may have it back for a kiss." To say the now official frog (at least in Arthur's mind) got smacked is to put it lightly. No, he got pummeled, hard.
Kind and helpful my arse…dame pervert.
"Your bag fell in the pound? How unfortunate." Mariah said sipping her tea, marveling at her handiwork.
Why exactly did she request me of all people, I thought she bloody hated me…
"Though, it is quite dreadful you would even think to bother Master Francis and Alfred with such a lowly mater such as your dirty bag." She sniffed, even the thought irked her, how this filthy commoner had ended up getting the entire host club to help gather his things and find replacement notes was beyond her. Let's just say Feliciano and Alfred turned it into a scavenger hunt.
"You know Alfred's only excited over you, strangely enough only because of your background. Your just a new toy you know, nothing more."
"A-are you jealous?" Her eyes bulged in shock and for a second she was silent. Then suddenly Arthur found himself pulled on top off her, the roses and tea crashing to the floor. The bitch screamed drawing all eyes.
"Brute! Arthur made a vulgar suggestion, I demand he be thrown out! Barbarian." She screamed while the victim could only stare on, watching as his one chance to fix everything was flying out the window. He'd never pay them back now, tears began forming. Suddenly, water appeared out of nowhere to drench them both.
"So sorry. Our hands slipped." Both Francis and Antonio said as one, not looking sorry at all.
"W-what are you doing!" She shrieked at the two eighteen year olds, as the hands she so desperately wanted all two herself helped pull her up. "A-alfred." She began tearing up excuses and lies already running through her head. "Arthur was trying t-"
"You threw Artie's bag in the pound." He stated bluntly, boring into her eyes, daring her to spread more lies.
"How di-"
"Did you really think we wouldn't notice? We have pictures of you sulking about." Kiku commented branding said proof like the weapon it now was.
"How could you?" Italy whispered clutching Poki, tears forming.
"You're quite pretty, but you're not fit to be our customer. A hero would never sneak around, you're a snake."
"You tired to smear a member of the host club. Get lost bitch." Lovino sent the death glare. With one last look at the 'king', Mariah ran out of the music room forever, crying her heart out. Then again it's debatable if she had one.
"Sigh… misguided queens like that pop up from time to time." Antonio sighed to himself.
"Anyways for this whole fiasco sorry Artie, but I'm raising your number to a thousand." Alfred said pointing at the now very shocked and depressed Brit.
"What the HELL!"
"Because of you, we've lost a regular and Francis sacrificed his not-nearly-as-awesome-as-me body to the water."
"It's true my cloths haven't been the same since, I had to get another uniform and I have bruises from where he hit me." The frog dramatized on his woes, when in all honesty he only complained because he never got his kiss.
"See? So, a thousand." He offered his hand pulling the soaked blonde to his feet. "I look forward to seeing you grow, natural." He winked.
"Thank you Alfred, you were heroic back there." He sighed looking at the floor, hateing to admit he needed the help, causing the hero to blush bright red. An apology was not what he'd been expecting. "I'll do my best, besides it's actually kind of fun now to listen to the girl's chit-chat any ways."
"Germany, do you think they might like each other?" The overly happy Italian asked, watching as the rest of the club members dragged Arthur to go change.
"It' to soon to know Italy,to soon."
A.N.: Well this took awhile, but it came out decent in my opinion haha. I tried to follow both the anime and the manga for this first episode. Adding different twists to help fit the Hetalia cast. Ok i have decided now to officially continue this and make more episodes! Next one shall be the Christmas one, expect to potentially see some very original story lines and or a mix of both for episode two and beyond. Don't know when episode two shall be complete but I've started.
Also for a couple future episodes I'm planning I'd love your advice as fans. One bieng if anyone has a good idea on Taiwan's personality and good let me know how she acts that would be great, I need to know some of her main interests and If she's a major fangirl like Hungry and Japan lol. Another ? I had for you all is what year should I make Hungry and Austria I've decided to keep Prussia a 4th year but I hope to use them in the elementry host episode so I'm debating if on what year to put them in lol. Sorry for spoilers but I won't spoil the next chappy! So If u could review or PM me with your oppinion that be great!
As you probably gathered the cast has one extra host and may be a bit hard to decipher. I had to change their ages and some other stuff but the following is sort of who their supposed to match. Oh i also set this in America so it's eaiser for Arthur's family to be there, cause i din't want him to live alone or be in some dorm. So yeah please comment. :)
Characters:
Hunny- Italy
Mori- Germany
Kyoya- Japan ( He's emotionally stifled lol)
Twins- Lovino and Antonio. Francis falls under this and Tamaki
Haruhi- Arthur lol (he's so fun to mess with, and dosen't seem to care much)
Tamaki- Francis and Alfred (they fit so will it's scary)
Will anyway I hoped you liked it and I did some justice to both awesome shows. I'm not sure if I'll continue but who knows.
A.N. Again: Just wanna thank Cifer10 and now especially SoulEaterRomanceFan for sending me an edited version of this fanfic (SoulEater majority & Cifer the top part), sorry to say even though i claim to be Iggy in hetalia club I fail at grammer and spelling lol. So sorry you all had to bear my atrociouse grammer. If and when i continue be prepared for more, so again sorry and thanks Cifer10 & SoulEater for caring enough to spare some time on this silly story of mine it's quite touching. TY and see you next time :D