Sorry about the wait. It has been a while hasn't it. I know this chapter isn't satisfying but it;ll have to make due for now. Until I can write again.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, NOTHING! But y- (Sorry I was singing a song for a minute. i don't know what its called but it stuck in my head)

Chapter 7: Arguing Reps, Creepy Russians, 1 Direction, and Belgian Waffles

"Here you are," Tamaki exclaimed opening two large doors leading into the scheduled conference room. As the Host Club literally were crouched down in waiting in their secret hiding spots Haruhi wondered where this large room even came from. This was a big school though so it shouldn't be that surprising when a room pops out of nowhere … like a piano … hint hint episode 6.

The representatives gathered inside and took their respective seats next to their name tags. As they did so, Tamaki began to leave the room. "If you need anything please just give us a ring. Lunch will be served during the break. Jusque-là," were his last words before closing the door.

England sneered. "He speaks the bloody Frog's language."

"My language is the language of LOVE!" France countered.

"Anyway," Japan interrupted before a war could start. "Since I am the Host of the meeting I will begin. Any objections?"

America's hand shot up.

"Any objections other than America's?"

No one said a word.

"Good. Now ret us start."

From the other side of the door the Host Club stood listening in. I can't believe I'm skipping class for this, Haruhi thought. Well, maybe I could somehow benefit from this ... somehow …

Koaru and Hikaru sighed. "Well, now all they're going to talk about is business."

"There's really nothing to do until the break."

"We're going to find something more entertaining!" They said in unison.

"Hold it!" Tamaki demanded. "We will stay here until the break! We can't afford to wander off and separate!"

Surprisingly, Kyoya agreed stating, "I for one am going to listen to learn more about foreign business. Hikaru, Koaru, you should as well."

They both whined at the suggestion. "But we're not as devoted as you!"

"I think you should stay. This meeting may help you with situations in the future," Haruhi said, matter-of-factly.

"What did you just say, Frog?!"

The shout broke the hosts' conversation causing them to stare at the door to the conference room in confusion.

"You heard me! You can't cook to save your life!"

"Why you-!"

"This is like the twenty-thousandth time you've had that argument! Shut up, aru!"

"You shut up!" two voices yelled at the same time.

"Don't go telling China what to do, da?" a sinister voice hissed.

"R-Russia …"

"I'm not afraid of you, you commie bastard!"

"America, can't you just stay out of other people's business?"

"Of course not! The hero's got to step in all the time!"

"See you keep rushing into things. This is why you lost the Vietnam War!"

"I-I didn't lose! I just …"

"You ran away, da ze~!"

"K-Korea! I thought you were my friend!"

"Friendship was made in Korea, da ze!"

"…"

"French wine, French cuisine, French romance, and what do you have?"

"S-Shut up! I have lots of things too!"

"Like what?"

"Um … um … hold on I got this … I have … 1D?"

"Y-You can't use them against me! Even the French women love them!"

"Wow, really? They're actually good at something … BEAT THAT FROG!"

"Germany, Germany, Germany is a really really nice place-"

"Stop singing about the Potato Bastard!"

"But Roma! If Italy wants to sing he has the right to sing-"

"Shut up Tomate Bastardo!"

"Language, Roma! Language!"

"But-"

"Roma …"

"… Fine."

"Good boy, now who wants some Belgian Waffles~?!"

"Ohh! I'll give them a try. How about you Austria?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

""You commie bastard! You took Viet away from me!"

"I did no such thing, da?"

"Mr. America, please calm down!"

"Calm down, da ze!"

"Taiwan, Korea, let me go!"

"How did this even start?"

"I don't know, but I was like, painting my nails and they just totally, like, ruined them! Why can't they just, like stop shouting so I can concentrate!"

" …Y-You were doing your nails?"

"I really hope Sealand remembers to feed Hanatamago."

"I'll sick Tony on ya!"

"I'll just end him with my pipe."

"I'll sick the Chuck Norris on ya!"

"He an idiot."

"I'll sick Captain America on ya!"

"I will freeze him and let him die slowly and painfully."

"Ha! Too bad! He'll just reawaken once the ice melts! Sucker!"

"Then I'll just break him before it can melt."

"…"

The Host club stood there in confusion and disbelief. Were these guys mental?

Sorry about this lame and awkward chapter ... uh ... anyway, until next time! :)

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