Hi all! I'm back! Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far- you guys are pure awesomeness! Just to let you know that this is the final part of the London saga. I know, I know, we've all had fun, but they have the rest of Europe to discover people! :D

Also I wanted you to know that I am completely open for suggestions on where exactly they go! So come on! Let me know where you want them to visit in Europe (it can be a city like Barcelona or a more specific place like the Trevvi Fountain in Rome!) in a review and I'll do my hardest to include it in the story (^_^). And to proove that I'm not kidding, this entire chapter is dedicated to GodsLilBookWorm, my first reviewer on this story- who asked that the Host Club visit Stratford-Upon-Avon, as she's a big fan of Shakespeare! Well, GodsLilBookWorm, this is for you! I hope you enjoy, and I hope the rest of you do too! Now on with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Host Club! No siree.

Chapter Three- London Part Three.

'Haruhi' An excited whisper tickled my ear and I moaned softly. 'Wake up we're almost there!'

I responded by slapping my arm up in the air and turned over in my sleep. In my dream haze, I heard someone yelling too loudly; complaining (too loudly!) that someone called 'SHE' had hit someone called 'ME!' Did I hit someone? Oh well, they shouldn't have tried to wake me up. But, despite my musings, I had now crossed that level of wakefulness which if reached makes true sleep impossible to reach again for a long time. So regretfully I opened my eyes, slowly getting used to the scene around me...

And when I realised where I was, I was wide awake.

'Um...guys?' I asked, genuinely baffled. 'Why am I in a limo and not, you know, in bed at the hotel?' I looked down at myself, expecting that they'd kidnapped me from my bed in my pyjamas. Instead, I found that I was dressed in a lacy white, long flowing summer dress that looked more suited to a sweet Lolita-style doll than to someone like me. My mouth dropped open 'AND WHO THE HECK DRESSED ME?'

'Calm down, we got one of the maids to do it.' Hikaru replied with a cool shrug, as if this wasn't a total violation of my privacy. I buried my head in my hand, feeling a headache coming on.

'Ok but where are we going?' I groaned, my voice muffled and my irritation-levels rising sharply. I knew the main reason for this when my stomach rumbled slightly, I very rarely missed breakfast. It automatically put me in a bad mood.

'Tama-chan found a really pretty town called Stratford-Upon-Avon, where Shakespeare was born! So that's where we're going!' Huni-Sempai explained excitedly, bouncing up and down in his seat (Usa-Chan hopping merrily with him).

I looked at Kyoya with a plea in my eyes. He might have been a bit shady at times, but at least he always told me what was what. Discretion was something Kyoya saved only for customers after all.

'Well after everyone went to bed last night, I ran in to Tamaki by the pamphlet stand in the lobby, where he'd found a leaflet for Stratford-Upon-Avon. Being the lover of Shakespeare that he is, he said that we should all visit together. It seemed like a harmless idea, and it's only about two hours away from London- so I agreed. We rallied everyone early this morning.'

'Yeah and to top that off, we're going back to London tonight to see Twelfth Night at the Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. Our mother was a friend of Sam Wanamaker- who helped rebuild the Globe before he died- so she was able to get us tickets on short notice.' Kaoru explained.

I couldn't help but smile at this. I'd read in a guide to England that Stratford was one of the most picturesque places to see, and I'd seen some amazing pictures of the River Avon. It was a beautiful summery day too, according to the weather report I'd tried to understand last night. So I had to agree that the idea was one of Tamaki's rare genius ones.

But, as I looked around at the others, I noticed something was amiss. Speaking of the Host Club King-

'Where is Tamaki?' I frowned.

'He's in the corner.' Kyoya gestured to a small gloom cloud in the far most corner of the limo and the crouched figure of my boyfriend- turned away from us in his depression. I raised an eyebrow. 'He went over there after you hit him and he hasn't moved since.'

Oh I thought so that 'SHE' was me. I thought about apologising for a brief moment, but I was still waking up. And right now I had more pressing problems because, even though it was going to be embarrassing to ask, I thought of how mortified my dad would be if I didn't ask the particular question I had in mind. So I decided to swallow my pride.

'Umm... Hikaru, Kaoru?' I asked and when I'd caught their attention I looked down shyly 'Have you... brought more fancy dresses for me to wear?'

'Of course we have! We've brought hundreds of them!' Hikaru replied as if the very question was an insult.

'Why'd you ask anyway? I thought you hated girly stuff and only dressed up if you had no choice?' Kaoru asked and before he could imply that it was anything to do with a certain blonde (who was still sulking in the corner but had now turned his face slightly, his ears flexing in curiosity), I decided to cut him off.

'I never said I hated dressing up. But...' I trailed off awkwardly again 'Well, it's my first time going to the theatre and...well... I thought I should look...you know...nice.' by now my cheeks was an embarrassing flush of tomato-red.

But that blush soon spread to my entire face when, after everyone (including Tamaki) stared at me in shock for a full five seconds, nearly the entire Host Club launched themselves onto me in one giant embrace. Through this confusion of hugging and squealing I caught things such as 'aw!' and 'Haru-Chan is so cute!' and 'Haruhi is so adorable!' I'm pretty sure I heard the word commoner thrown in there too for good measure.

Damn these rich bastards! I thought, wishing I'd just kept my mouth shut.

'Haaah.' I heard Tamaki sigh as he stood on the banks of the River Avon, lifting his face to his hand and generally revelling in the splendour of the dappled light through the trees, the pretty flowers blossoming along the river bed, the couples in row boats reading poetry to each other as the drifted down river. He hadn't noticed me approaching yet and it was quite nice, to watch him be so relaxed and content. If there was only one thing in the world that could calm Tamaki down, it was beauty like this.

'It's like something from a painting isn't it?' I remarked coming to stand next to him. He turned to me, mouth poised to agree, when his eyes widened.

'Haruhi!' He cried 'You look so cute!'

I blinked looking down at myself. 'I do?' The sweet-Lolita doll type dress had seemed a little silly to me at first, but it was actually quite practical. The fabric was light and easy to move around in, perfect for a typical sunny day like this- I was actually surprised by the Twins.

Although I did think the matching parasol was a bit much. But the Twins had insisted that I had delicate skin that shouldn't stay in the sun for too long. I wasn't too sure what that meant, but after having breakfast at quaint little cafe called a 'Tea Room' I was in too good of a mood to argue.

Tamaki nodded fervently. 'You look like you fit in here perfectly.'

I smiled and slipped my hand into his, squeezing it in thanks. 'It is beautiful, I wish we could stay here longer- you know- explore more.'

'Maybe we can come back here for our honeymoon.' Tamaki replied obviously before he knew what he was saying. He froze suddenly, his eyes wide. Our eyes met and both of us began turning even redder than I had been in the limo. My heart betrayed me by performing a series of acrobatics in my chest.

'H-Honeymoon?' I choked.

'Ah that's not what I- I didn't mean- I just meant- I mean...well not right now.' Tamaki stuttered, flapping his arms in a clear sign of his distress. 'But, one day, when we get married. It would be nice to come here.'

Suddenly my heart stopped its acrobatics, his words- though slightly stuttered and nervous- were so honest and true that something else filled my heart that was hard to describe. It was like being tickled with a feather or something weird like that. I brought my hand to my chest subconsciously, my blush subsiding slightly but still there.

'So- we're going to get married one day?' I asked tentatively, looking up at Tamaki to find that his blush was also fading after the initial shock of his slip. But he was looking at me with those violet, warm eyes. That expression that always made me shiver, that made me want to run and hide and at the same time never look away, that expression that Tamaki teasingly called 'my weakness'.

'Of course we are.' He replied simply, still holding my hand.

'...I like that.' I answered in a voice so small it was almost a whisper. It, like Tamaki's comment, slipped out before I'd even realised it. But after I said it, I knew that it was the truth. I couldn't believe it, I wasn't the type of person to dream of getting married or planning a fancy wedding like pretty much all of our guests at the Host Club. But at the same time, I'd deep down believed all along (or at least after I'd realised that I'd fallen in love with him) - that we'd get married some day. A part of me thought it was stupid; we were young. And how many young loves lasted in this world? But that part of me was slowly crumbling into a million cynical pieces with each passing second that Tamaki looked at me and I couldn't help but think that if he was certain of our future together, then I was too.

And so I smiled at him, just as he was smiling at me, and we kissed under the shade of the willow tree- as couples in their rowboats continued to go by, each wrapped up in their own romantic universe. And I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that Shakespeare's magic could still work so many centuries after his death.

The day was spent visiting historical landmarks, such as Shakespeare's birthplace. A half-timbered house in the Tudor style, which contained a large exhibition on Shakespeare's life and many different texts and books including an original Shakespearean manuscript. Kyoya translated, for those of us who's English still wasn't perfect, the little facts written on stands. We stood fascinated, whilst Tamaki pranced around quoting Shakespearian lines to suit the occasion- truly in his element.

After Shakespeare's Birthplace we visited the Anne Hathaway cottage, a tiny cottage almost completely covered in a massively ornate garden covered in roses, lavender, lupine's, and other pretty flowers I didn't recognise. Although before we went in, Tamaki secretly stole one of the Peonies and placed it in my hair- because he said it matched my cute look. We took photos by the house and in the garden, but we weren't allowed to take any inside (despite the Twin's attempts to sneakily do so). But to be honest, there seemed barely enough room for all of us to move, let alone raise a camera and take a photo. I, being short, was fine. But others like Tamaki, Kyoya and especially Mori-Sempai had to duck around all of the buildings. By the end of the day- Tamaki was complaining loudly about his aching shoulders, Kyoya kept rubbing his neck with a frown and even Mori-Sempai was rolling back his shoulders more than usual.

Once we were back in the limo however, and able to relax our tourist-tired muscles, talk began to get more animated. Both about the nice day we'd just had, what great photos were taken and how much everyone was looking forward to the theatre that night. Meanwhile, I began to feel the effects of all the food I'd eaten and all walking I'd done- plus the brief moment of stress from being practically kidnapped early on in the morning. So eventually I fell into a light sleep- waking up only when we reached the hotel.

'All right I made reservations for dinner at Petrus in an hour and a half, which means we all have an hour to get ready.' Kyoya said looking at his watch, then pushing his glasses further up his nose. After this we all went to our separate rooms, apart from the Twin's and myself- who'd grabbed my attention.

'I'm not going to have to go back to that spa again am I? Those salon girls were too cheery- it was creepy.' I asked with a groan.

'Hmm? Oh no.' Kaoru denied with a shrug of his shoulders than glanced to where Hikaru was standing 'we just decided that, because you wanted to dress up nicely of your own accord-'

'-and you gave us such a heartfelt speech about this being your first theatre experience-' Hikaru continued as they both got their handkerchiefs out and blew their noses simultaneously.

'-that we'd let you pick out your own dress to wear.' Kaoru finished, and the identical looks of honour on their faces made it seem like they were entrusting me with the secret to life, the universe and everything. I raised my eyebrows.

'Um no that's ok; you can pick it out for me. I don't really care what kind of dress it is. As long as it looks nice it doesn't matter.'

Apparently I'd said the wrong thing, as they both looked at me like I'd just turned down the recently offered answer to life, the universe and everything.

'Oh no, no, no. This won't do at all!' Kaoru cried shaking his head as if he suddenly had suffered with a chronic migraine.

'Haruhi you are the most unenthusiastic heroine we've ever met! What kind of a girl lets their friends pick a dress for them, when they had a choice to choose their ideal one out of a huge collection? No! This won't do! You're lack of enthusiasm will no longer stand.'

I gave them an incredulous look. 'First of all, that's stupid. Not all girls are into fashion. Secondly, you guys are way better at knowing what suits me than even I am- because you are into fashion. Why should I have to pick when I know I have a better chance of screwing up than you two are?'

At that instant I knew I'd said the wrong thing, as the two looked at each other- and their trademark demonic grins stretched across their gleeful faces.

'So that's it, is it?' They both asked in low, creepy voices.

'Is what it?' I replied warily, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

'You're scared of picking out the wrong thing and looking like an idiot-' Hikaru explained.

'-Because you don't know enough about fashion.' Kaoru finished smugly.

'I am not scared of fashion! But you're right, I don't know enough to make a good decision, hey- hey where are you guys taking me? Hey! Stop! Let me go! Come on this isn't funny! I've got to get dressed!' I cried as they dragged me back to their hotel room, promising that by the time we were to meet up with everyone else- I'd know exactly what type of dress suited me and why.

Personally, I think I would have preferred another trip to the spa. Having my face and hands prodded and poked for half an hour definitely sounded like the better alternative. But it turned out that it wasn't that bad. Hikaru and Kaoru, in the space of about five seconds- had decided to make me their protégée in all things fashion. But they told me it would take me years in understanding everything, so they'd ease me into it at first. Their first point of teaching would be the different styles of evening gown.

All I wanted to do was to look nice for one evening. I should have known nothing is ever that simple in the Host Club. Everyone has to turn everything into a mission. Including myself.

They sat me down on the edge of one of their beds, bringing out a rack of different styled dressed and explained to me that there were basically seven different styles of evening gown- without going too far into specifics, they showed me each style individually and explained and showed the features of each one. Surprisingly, I wasn't bored, the Twins had made it more formal- like the classes back in Ouran- and there were few things I liked more than studying. And it was clear they were passionate in what they were saying. They told me the ones that were more appropriate for dinner and theatre goings and which were more suited to balls and parties- but this to me was just common sense. By the end of their mini-lecture, I'd found out which styles suited me best, and was told by them to select a dress that I thought suited both my body type and the occasion. In the end I nervously picked a floor length periwinkle blue silk cheongsam style dress. Its colour wasn't so pale as to blend in with my skin unflatteringly but not so dark as to make me look washed out (apparently this was very important). It also wasn't too showy, like some of the more full-skirted gowns- but was still very elegant in its design. I anxiously awaited the Twins approval but when I turned I saw they'd collapsed on the floor in tears of joy, claiming that they were so proud of their clueless little commoner.

Not for the first time that day did I curse them in my head, and so I marched back off to my room to have a shower and get ready.

There was definite collective gasp from the majority of our group as we looked up at Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, an immense, round, Tudor-replica of a building with no roof situated on the banks of the River Thames. Inside, the stage was a large square protruding into the centre of the spherical design, supported by large columns of dark marble and gold. All seven of us were on the second level of seats, right at the back so we looked directly onto the stage. Even I was impressed, for I knew that this was a completely unique way of watching theatre. The closest I ever got to watching a Shakespearean play were the film adaptations we watched in English class.

The performance of Twelfth Night was great, even though I couldn't understand English all that well- I'd studied Shakespeare before, so I could follow it well enough. I knew what was funny, what was moving, and what was touching and I knew when to applaud when the Duke and Viola's marriage was declared. That was one thing about Shakespeare that I liked, you didn't have to know the language to really understand it. According to Hikaru anyway, half the time even English people don't know what the heck Shakespeare was saying.

'Ah wasn't that a marvellous performance?' Tamaki danced his way out of the theatre, his dinner jacket twirling in the breeze but before any of us could agree, he was off spouting quotes again- these ones mainly from the play we'd just seen. I shook my head with a smile, in a 'he's hopeless' kind of way.

Once I'd gotten Tamaki to stop spouting Shakespearean quotes every five seconds, he agreed to a walk along the Thames Embankment. So we said goodbye to the others and, holding hands, strolled leisurely along, chatting aimlessly about how different the green, luscious Stratford-Upon-Avon was compared to the buzzing, glittering city of London. We both agreed they were beautiful in their own right.

'Haruhi.' Tamaki stopped, catching my attention after a short silence 'May I just say again how beautiful you look tonight?'

I couldn't help but feel my ego grow a little, as it was my choice in dress that gave way to his compliments. But still I shook my head and replied laughingly 'You know you don't have to compliment me every time I put a dress on.'

'I do if you're going to look like that, which I suspect you will.' He argued teasingly and I smiled wider as we started walking again, our clasped hands swinging merrily whilst he carried on 'Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.'

'Romeo and Juliet act one scene five.' I commented absent minded. Tamaki stopped abruptly.

'Haruhi... you've read Romeo and Juliet?' He asked surprised.

'I- I uh- I read it in class.' I explained quickly, trying to hide the heat rising to my cheeks.

'Oh, all right. How did you find it?' Tamaki replied inquisitively, giving my hand a squeeze.

'It was quite good. I got annoyed at the characters though. It made me angry that these two young people in love had to hide it because their families were too ignorant and stubborn to see reason, and look past their differences. But I preferred Twelfth Night if I'm honest.'

'Because the main heroine is resourceful, smart, and disguises herself as a boy?' Tamaki grinned at me then, and I blinked- surprised.

'You know I never even really thought about it like that!' I replied laughing.

'And I of course am your Duke Orsino am I not?' Tamaki replied striking a pose.

'Yes, yes you are.' I laughed harder. 'Although if we're going to talk about you as a Shakespearean character I wouldn't pick him, his love for Viola seems to quick, not pure enough.'

'Oh really? Then who would you pick for me then?' Tamaki's question was simple sounding enough, but I thought for quite some time before coming up with an answer.

'Well, Romeo is considered the most romantic of the Shakespeare hero's, but I think he's too fickle as well. I mean he claims to be in love with this other girl Rosalind to the point where he's wrapped in a depression and then as soon as he sees Juliet looking pretty at the ball he magically forgets about her. I think you're more like Orlando, from As You Like It.'

'Did you read that in class too?' Tamaki asked innocently. I started.

'Urh...yeah.' I lied, embarrassed. 'B-but anyway, the reason why I think you're most like him is because he's a noble character and he never once doubts his love for Rosalind once he realises he loves her, and he has this way of making everyone around him love or admire him, even if he can be a bit silly sometimes and can get carried away with his feelings, it just goes to show how passionate he is. And even though he's a character of noble birth, he's not above helping people of low status- which is why so many people love him.' I explained and by the end of it I was fairly sure that I wasn't just talking about a character in a play.

Tamaki looked at me with a warm expression in his violet eyes. 'So- you really feel that way about him?'

I nodded shuffling my feet slightly, before carrying on in a shy voice 'I do. He's the best guy in the world. That's why Rosalind fell in love with him. And... if Viola was in that play, she would have fallen in love with him too.'

He chuckled. 'Is that so?' and before I could reply, gently pressed his lips against my own.

'Ah!' He cried letting go of me and spinning around, the lights of the London skyline caught in his hair, the streetlights giving us an almost mystical glow. 'What a perfect day, and a perfect night! Going to Stratford, seeing a Shakespearean play, and now I'm in one of the most romantic cities in the world, having a lively discussion about Shakespeare with the girl of my dreams! If it were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy, for I fear my soul hath her content so absolute.'

'Othello, act one, scene three.' I replied, and then clapped my hands to my mouth after realising that I'd done it again- and this time there was no explaining my way out. Tamaki stared at me.

'Haruhi...you couldn't have studied all those Shakespearean texts in class.' I looked at him, dreading the moment the lightbulb flicked on. 'At Ouran we only study one play a year. Romeo and Juliet was the only one you could have studied at school. Haruhi- did you- study Shakespeare by yourself?'

'All right, all right!' I held my hands up in mock-defeat, deciding that I might as well confess to him. 'Well, after we'd studied Romeo and Juliet- I realised that you often quote Shakespeare, so when we became a couple I started reading all the plays. I knew it was important to you, and you like them so much. I kind of...wanted to understand it...understand you a little better.' By now my skin was hot and red, and my stomach was flipping as I waited for his response. 'It's stupid, I know but I-'

The rest of my sentence was cut off as he lifted me into the air and kissed me for a second time that night. My eyes widened in surprise and my face flushed once more, before I relaxed and began kissing him back. The warmth of his arms around my waist, and the fact that my feet were dangling a foot from the ground, made it seem that he was the anchor that prevented me from floating away into the depths of an ocean. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my fingers into his silky golden hair and smiled into the kiss when I felt him distinctly shiver. He'd found my weakness, now it seemed I'd found his.

After he set me back down, his hand clasped mine tightly once more and he brought them up to his chest, lightly caressing my palm. 'I love you Haruhi.'

'I love you too.' I replied back in earnest as he brought our hands back down to waist level, and we began walking again- this time closer to each other than before.

'You know what this means don't you?' Tamaki asked dreamily and I looked up at him curiously. 'Now we can re-enact our favourite plays to the guests at the Host Club!'

'No way.' I replied back instantly, and the smile that was one Tamaki's face instantly disappeared to a look of desperation I liked to call his puppy-pout.

'Aw but Haruhi, think how fun it would be! He moaned.

'If you think I'm going to do that you're a bigger dummy than I thought.' I replied shaking my head.

'Haruhi you're so mean!' He cried letting go of my hand and stumbling around in the pits of despair.

'And you're an idiot.' I retorted lightly, unable to fight back the laughter bubbling in my chest. 'But- I had rather a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad.'

Tamaki peered over his shoulder at me, and found me smiling in a teasing way. Surprisingly, he stopped his melodramatic ramblings and smiled simply back at me.

'As You Like It, Act Two, Scene Seven.' He replied whilst I nodded, and we both laughed.

'Come on Orlando.' I joked taking his hand once more. 'Let's get back to the Hotel.'

So, so? What did you think! Review and let me know, along with your suggestions on where you'd like the Host Club to go! (^_^)