chapter Two: The Job of a High School Host

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"Fuck this shit I cannot be late for another meeting!" Lovino hissed under his breath as he bolted down the hall toward the abandoned classroom. He kicked the door as soon as he reached his destination. Dragging his backpack behind him he stomped in and was most definitely not prepared for what he saw.

Sure, after two weeks of being a Host Club member he got relatively used to the strange themes the club would portray, but when Antonio bounced over toward him in a red uniform with a name tag and apron, he immediately lost all hope in the idiots he worked for.

"Why the hell are you dressed like a McDonald's employee? I mean, you look like a fucking slob! And how is the whole room transformed? It looks—smells like diabetes in here!"

Antonio chuckled and ruffled his hair then handed Lovino his uniform. "Well, we all get days to choose the theme and today was Alfred's choice!"

Lovino raised a brow as he took off his uniform jacket and flung it at Antonio, who clumsily caught it. That left him in his tank top before he pulled on the rest of the uniform. "So out of all the places in the world he could have chosen, he picked a disgusting fast food joint? "

Antonio shrugged and swung Lovino's coat onto his shoulder. "Well, one time I chose a garden for my theme day. There were fruits and vegetables everywhere!"

For a moment, Lovino stood there with his cheeks puffed out and his eyes narrowed, overall looking completely adorable in Antonio's opinion. "That sounds like the dumbest thing ever."

The Spaniard sesawed his hands. "Well, it did get a little messy," he chuckled. "I don't think most of the girls got into it.."

Lovino shook his head and tied the apron around his waist. "How the fuck do you even manage all of this?"

Antonio bit his lip to suppress a grin and glanced around the room. He leaned toward the the other boy and cupped his hands around his mouth. "I'm going to tell you a little secret, okay?"

Lovino raised a brow and pushed the boy's face so it was an arm length away, but his hand remained where it was. "Well come on bastard, I don't have all day!"

Antonio smiled and clasped his hands like an excited child. "Kiku does it! We come up with a game plan one day, he makes a few phone calls, and BAM! It's done! I have no clue how he does it, but he is so mysterious!"

The Italian scowled at the idiocy of his senior and dropped his hand back to his side, before directing his attention across the room at the mentioned Japanese member.

He furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side when he noticed Kiku was holding his iPhone and snapping pictures at an alarming rate, all huddled in the corner. "Ok, what the hell is he doing?"

Antonio shrugged and patted Lovino on the back. "We actually have no idea!"

Lovino muttered a, "That's fucking creepy," under his breath and snatched back his jacket. He stomped toward the closet area where they toss their regular clothes and ignored the fact Antonio was following him, as he seemed to do for the last two weeks.

He tossed his clothing on the pile and turned back toward the room. Alfred and Arthur were the closest to him, them both sitting back to back, two girls accompanying both boys on each side.

Arthur had his arms crossed tightly in front of him and his face was very red. "Alfred, I swear you need to bloody shut up right now."

Alfred chuckled and patted his friend's head as the girls giggled. "Oh Artie, so uptight. You know, girls, he wasn't always like this!"

The girls' eyes lit up the same time Arthur's darkened. "What did he used to act like?"

"He used to always beg me to play tea party with him!"

"No I did not!"

Alfred bit down on his tongue in a smile. "Oh yeah, he was always like 'Alfie come play tea time with me!'"

The girls cooed and Arthur turned around on the couch so he sitting on his knees. Alfred was already facing him so they were now nose-to-nose. "Alfred you are the last person I would want to have tea with!"

Alfred poked his nose. "But I am telling the truth!" He spoke cheerfully.

"Well, you were lousy at it anyway," the Brit mumbled and turned away, his face flushed.

"So you admit it!"

"No!"

Lovino rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Gilbert who was flexing his muscles and had his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of him. "Yeah, I work out just about every morning, because I'm awesome!"

One of the girl's eyes widened in awe and she scooted a bit closer to him. "Isn't that a lot of work though?"

The German shrugged like it was no big deal. "True Awesome can stand up against any challenge!" He kissed his bicep and the girls cheered. "Plus I have my little buddy! Yo Gilbird!"

Said bird looked up from where it was perched on top of the bird cage and flew over, before nesting in Gilbert's unruly hair.

Lovino ignored the stupid yellow bird and his eyes briefly grazed over his idiot brother, all done up in a cute yellow and red dress with the McDonald's logo on the apron. The girls don't even wear those kind of uniforms at the restaurant, so what the actual fuck?

Ignoring that, Lovino noted how the girls all huddled closer together and talked in hushed voices with Feliciano. Dumbass girl gossip—the only explanation. It was almost funny, two weeks had gone by, and Feli still had yet to attract boys to the Host Club. What a joke, Lovino thought.

Once again, he turned to the next group, which happened to be the Potato Bastard himself. Through the past weeks, the older Italian still hadn't grown to like him, which was hilarious considering how Feliciano wouldn't shut up about him.

As of right now, Ludwig was sitting with one other girl who was about a quarter of his size. She had shoulder length light blonde hair that framed her face and she sat with straight posture and with her hands in her lap. She spoke happily to Ludwig with wide green eyes, and he returned the gesture with a fond smile.

Lovino huffed and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes away from the German and onto the Spaniard next to him. Who so happened to be smirking at him from where he stood with his arms behind his back.

"What bastard?!"

Antonio couldn't keep up the smug act so he broke into a cheerful grin. "Nothing! You were just staring at Ludwig amigo!"

Lovino's face formed its regular scowl, but before he could get a word out, his doppelganger trotted over and placed both his hands on his brother's shoulders. "Hi Lovi!"

"Screw off idiota!" The older Vargas growled, pushing him off him.

Toni ignored the encounter and waved a hand. "Hola Feli!"

Feli bounced on the balls of his feet. "Hi Toni! How's everything going? Club today had been so much fun!" He twirled in his fancy dress, making Antonio drop his face in his hands from a cuteness overload. Lovino tched and turned his gaze away. But forgetting his question, Feliciano turned his sights onto Ludwig and asked, "who is that with Ludwig?"

When Antonio saw who was being referred to, his eyes lit up. "That's Lilly! She is Ludwig's and Gilbert's cousin. She's a freshmen too, so now that she attends she likes to come visit us sometimes." He propped his arms up behind his head and adjusted his stance. "She is also the sweetest girl you'll ever meet!"

Feliciano nodded and turned back to the pair. They stood up and Lilly stepped forward to give her older cousin a hug. The top of her head only reached his chest and he patted her affectionately. Feliciano watched in awe at how Ludwig's face soften at the girl.

The both began toward the exit, but Feliciano couldn't just let them get away! So he intercepted them by jumping in front of Ludwig. "Hi Ludwig!"

Ludwig frowned and gestured to the floor. "You're lucky we didn't run you over!"

Feli waved his group member off and turned to the girl beside him. "Hi Lilly! You're very cute! I'm Feli!"

Lilly's whole face flushed and she fiddled with her hands. "Thank you. You're very pretty Miss Feli."

"So nice ~!" The young Italian giggled and patted her head.

She greeted Antonio who reacted similarly to Feli, then turned her attention to the last Host among them.

"You must be Flavio, it's very nice to meet you," she said politely with a shy smile.

Antonio muffled a giggle and spared a glance at Lovino, who was trying to suppress a scowl. "It s Lovino.." He mumbled.

Lilly's eyes widened and her face turned a light shade of pink. She began blabbering out words in a language the others couldn't quite understand, other than Ludwig, and dropped her head so her hair covered her face. "I'm sorry! Gilbert told me—!"

Lovino held up a hand. "It's okay..." He flushed awkwardly as well.

She bit her lip and patted Ludwig's arm one last time before hurrying toward the door. Ludwig gave Lovino a side look. "Well, at the very least... Thank you for not cursing at her."

Lovino straightened up and snapped his head toward him. "Listen here bastard—!"

"LILLY PAD! "

The four boys turned to a noisy area just in time to catch Gilbert push his way through a mob of girls and embrace Lilly so hard, she was lucky her eyeballs were still intact.

"Lilly! How could you sneak in here and only visit Luddy!? I knows he's adorable but you're adorable too and I want you for myself!" The albino whined as he rubbed his cheek affectionately on top of her hair.

All the girls in the room giggled as the other members laughed at Ludwig's expense. He blushed in agitation as Feli laughed along with them and clung to his arm.

Lilly struggled in his grasp but giggled awkwardly. "Sorry Gilly, you just looked a little busy and I would hate to bug you."

Gilbert picked her up and swung her in a circle causing her dress to flutter. "Oh you could never bug me!"

Lilly hugged back but said, "I love you too! But I actually have to go meet Vash!"

Gilbert's face dropped into a frown and he set her back on the floor slowly. He placed his hands on her shoulders and said in a serious tone, "That boyfriend of yours? I don't like him."

Lilly blushed and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry."

Gilbert noted her dampened mood and sighed. "Is he awesome?"

She perked up and flashed him a gorgeous smile. "Yes! Very awesome!"

Gilbert grinned and poked her nose. "Not as awesome as me though!" He then patted her back and playfully shoved her out the door.

He wiped the invisible dust off his hands and turned back toward the room with a satisfied look on his face. Antonio began clapping and the rest of the room quickly followed. Francis danced to the front and collapsed on the German's shoulder. "That was beautiful!"

Gilbert cackled and shoved him on the couch, causing Francis to cry out, "My hair!"

Completely ignoring Feliciano who was still holding onto him, Ludwig crossed his arms. "Brother has to stop being a total idiot..." He muttered.

Lovino scowled and glanced at Feli who was humming to himself. "That makes two of us."

Antonio bounced on his feet and draped and arm around the scowling Italian. "Awe! You're bonding!"

Lovino flicked him in the head and stomped away. Antonio, like normal, followed behind him.

Feliciano dropped his hand to his side and looked up at Ludwig. "I think it's nice Gil cares enough to be excited."

Ludwig glanced between his brother and Feliciano before raising an eyebrow and nodding. "Well, being overly loud and excited is your specialty."

Feli shrugged and fixed his apron. "We can't all be big and serious like you Ludwig!"

The German blinked. "Hm. Maybe you should try it Feliciano." He deadpaned before walking back toward his designated area. Noting that most of his regulars had already scampered off, Feli followed and plopped down on the couch next to him. He sat up on his knees and said—

"I really like it when you call me Feliciano."

Ludwig paused from where he was wiping up the coffee table. "It's your name?"

Feli nodded matter of factly. "Yeah, but Alfred and Toni and all of them call me Feli! You don't!"

Ludwig shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows. "Kiku calls you Feliciano."

The younger Italian sat back on his butt and wrapped his arms around his knees. "Yeah, but it's different when you say it!"

Ludwig blinked and shook his head, then continued to clean the table off. "I don't get you."

Feli giggled and started bobbing his head back and forth. For a few minutes that's all there was— the sound of humming, cleaning, chatter, and the clanking of cups on saucers.

Eventually, Francis ruined the moment of peace Ludwig had by standing up and clearing his throat rather loudy. "Excuse me everyone! Ladies! I would just like to let everyone know, that next week there will be a ball held by the Host Club, and every young lady is invited!"

"Ooo a ball!?" Just about every person in the room shouted, including Feliciano. He turned to Ludwig and bounced in place. "That sounds like so much fun! What kind of menu will there be? And the dress code? And the music? Oh! And Ludwig—!"

"I don't know! I don't attend the parties!" Ludwig snapped before tossing the cloth in his hands back on the table in annoyance.

Feliciano jumped in shock at his sudden outburst and widened his eyes. "I'm sorry! I'm really really sorry Ludwig! I didn't realize I was offending you and sometimes I just say random stuff! Lovi tells me all the time I talk too much but to be completely honest I just really like telling stories! There's one I know about the tomato box fairy—!"

Feliciano stopped mid-sentence since a large, firm hand was placed on his head to silence him. "Just stop talking, yeah?"

Feliciano blinked and nodded, allowing the German to remove his hand. "But how come you never go to any of the parties?"

The blonde man sighed. "Well—"

"Excuse me, Ludwig?" An unfamiliar female voice cut in.

Both boys turned their heads at the calling. "Oh, hello Elizabeta."

Feli stood up, and despite being right in front of the brunette girl, he waved enthusiastically. "Hi Miss Elizabeta!"

She smiled. "You must be Feli," she said in her thick Hungarian accent. "I've heard a lot about you. "

Feli's jaw dropped. "You have?"

Elizabeta giggled. "Of course! A girl Host? More power to the women, huh?" She glanced at Ludwig and winked while Feliciano hummed in agreement.

Ludwig cocked his head to the side slightly. He still wasn't completely sure why they had to keep Feliciano's gender a secret. He was a boy, he identified as a boy, but everyone besides the Host Club referred to him as a girl. Francis did say they had to keep his true identity a secret considering the fact word got around that there was a female Host. But to Ludwig's astonishment, Feliciano didn't care in the slightest that he had to play the female role. If Ludwig was in the situation, he was pretty sure he would lose his mind and the secret would spill.

"Anyways," Elizabeta cleared her throat and turned to Ludwig. "Look, I know I'm not a regular guest here but I was wondering if—!"

"WHO LET HER IN HERE?!"

"I'm sorry Gilbert, but you're going to have to fix that table. I would feel a little embarrassed to call the repair man again." Kiku spoke calmly as he sat at the work table with his hands in his laps.

The albino groaned and threw another stool over his head. "I just don't get why Elizabeta is invited to the ball!"

Arthur tapped his fingers on the table with one hand and lazily propped his head up with the other. "Would you stop being a hothead and help us party plan?"

Feli and Lovino glanced at each other before poking their heads out from behind either side of Ludwig, where they had been hiding in fear of the enraged Gilbert. They stared with wide eyes as Gilbert tossed a broom.

"And we got in trouble for breaking a damn vase?" Lovino whispered out of the side of his mouth.

Alfred shrugged and shoved a piece of cake in his mouth. Francis looked at him in a distasteful manner, but he decided to ignore it. "Oh yeah, Gilbert is like this a lot dude."

"Si he is!" Toni agreed with so much optimism that you could almost see the the little pink flowers floating around his head.

Deciding that enough was enough and that his brother was overreacting, Ludwig furrowed his brows and walked over. With out at much as warning, Ludwig grabbed Gilbert by the back of the shirt and forcefully dragged him to the rest of the group.

Lovino, at seeing the High and Mighty Mischievous Host getting owned by his brother, laughed out loud.

Ludwig stood there, still holding his upset brother by the collar. Feliciano glanced up at him and cocked his head to the side. "I don't get it," he started. " Elizabeta is very pretty. Why don't you want her to go? "

Gilbert's pasty face quite noticing turned a light shade of pink. Arthur sat up straighter and smirked. "It's because she beat him up in front of the whole school."

Alfred tossed his plate to the side and slammed his hand on the table as Antonio and Francis leaned on each in heaps of giggles. "Hahahah yeah! He had two black eyes and he actually cried!"

Gilbert shrugged Ludwig off him and stood up straight. He pointed an accusing finger at Alfred and yelled, "I'M WAY TOO AWESOME FOR THAT TO BE TRUE!"

The others all laughed at his expense as Ludwig rolled his eyes. Arthur locked eyes with Kiku for a moment and they both smiled. "Well, actually we got it on video," the Brit shrugged.

"I'LL DESTROY IT!"

But before Gilbert could even attempt to attack the smaller blonde, Ludwig had planted his fist in his brother's gut. As Gilbert groaned and flopped forward, Ludwig grabbed him by the back of the shirt and looked to Francis. "We can continue." He said calmly .

Francis tapped his lips, and by the smirk on his face, he seemed amused by all this. "Well in the Host Club we agree to help keep all girls happy. That includes Elizabeta."

From where he was still hunched over, Gilbert groaned. "Are we sure she is even a girl?"

Alfred waved his hand and fixed his glasses. "Of course she is! Have you seen those knockers of hers?"

Arthur sent a glare at his childhood friend but quickly turned his attention at the newcomers of the club. "Speaking of that... I'm curious, how did you manage to get a girls uniform instead of a boys one Feli?"

Lovino's face turned beat red and turned his head away as Feliciano jumped out of his chair and said, "Lovino accidentally ordered the wrong one for me!"

Francis, still amused by the situation, snaked an arm around the older Italian' s shoulder. "Oh, so it's Lovino's fault?" Even Gilbert was cackling again .

Lovino shrink down a little bit. "No! That bastard should have ordered his own uniform then!"

Antonio skipped over and patted the blushing Lovino's head. "It's okay Lovi! We all make mistakes!"

Lovino puffed out his cheeks as Kiku cleared his throat and politely raised a hand. "Back to the subject of the ball..."

"Of course!" Francis' face lit up as he removed his arm and tossed Lovino to the side, causing him to stumble to the back of the group.

For a couple seconds Lovino silently cursed to himself. Cursed the the group, cursed Francis, and cursed himself for being shorter than the average host.

Quickly noting they were missing someone, Antonio glanced over his shoulder. They met eyes for a moment and the Spaniard gave him a half smile and awkwardly laughed before offering a place next to him.

Lovino mocked his laughter for a moment before flipping him the bird and taking the spot anyway. Antonio smiled despite the Italian's sour attitude.

Ludwig cleared his throat. "Anyway, Kiku and I have made sure everything is accounted for, so the rest of you—"

"Not so fast Luddy!" The King of the Club interrupted as he strolled over toward the German. "You can't sit this one out!"

Ludwig frowned. "What."

"That's right!" Francis continued as he ran his fingers through his wavy blonde hair. "You are apart of this group for a reason, and we all have to act like a team. If you never show up to these events, what will our guests think? They'll think you don't even like being in the Club!"

Ludwig squinted his eyes. "Well—"

"The decision is made!" Francis declared, thrusting a finger in the air. "You are to attend the ball!"

Looking bored again, Arthur crossed his arms. "That means the big oaf will have to learn how to dance."

Alfred swatted the Brit's shoulder. "Leave Ludwig alone, you can't dance either Artie!" he teased.

Arthur flushed and he sat up straighter. "Well I— I can kind of.. Well— if I really tried..." He stuttered out.

Francis stroked his stubbly chin and directed his eyes at the ceiling. Sensing the albino try to retreat, Francis reached behind him and grabbed his sleeve before he could sneak away. "Well, Gil can't dance either. And we have all seen his atrocious dance moves."

"Hey, my moves are AWESOME!"

Ignoring Gilbert and trusting he wouldn't try and escape again, Francis clapped his hands. "Okay. Who here can dance?"

Francis and Antonio were the first to throw their hands in the air, quickly followed by an enthusiastic Feli. Lovino smirked and raised his hand with the other one on his hip. Alfred raised his too with a pearly smile on his face.

Arthur pointed up his nose and threw up his hands. "Alfred! Dabbing does not count!"

"Oh come on! It counts for something!"

The two broke out into a brief argument. Kiku sat back in his seat and stayed quiet. Considering he and Ludwig were the only reasons anything got done there, no one really gave him a hard time about these things. Unfortunately, Ludwig didn't get the same leeway.

Francis pointed at the three boys. Arthur looked annoyed, Ludwig looked unamused, and Gilbert actually looked terrified. "We'll make it our priority to teach you klutzs how to dance!"

"WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!" Gilbert found himself screaming again, distressingly jabbing a finger in Elizabeta's direction.

It was a new day and after Club hours, so they were all standing before Francis in an attempt to learn how to dance. Among them stood Elizabeta with her arms crossed and an unattractive scowl on her face.

"Gilbert, would you please shut up?"

Francis smiled gratefully at her. "It has come to my attention that Elizabeta cannot dance either. So we are going to help her! Everyone, get with your partners I assigned earlier!"

Arthur narrowed his eyes as Francis approached. He begrudgingly took the hand that he was offered and Francis smirked. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure everyone was with their partner. Feli and Ludwig, Lovino and Elizabeta, Gilbert and Antonio. He then winked at Alfred and Kiku who sat off to the side, signaling them to start the music.

Francis lead Arthur, who stumbled around for a few moments, before kind of getting the hang of it. Being that he needed to learn how to dance as the male, his hand rested at Francis' waist, which made him completely uncomfortable.

"Well you're not as bad as I thought you would be," Francis chuckled.

"Shut up." Arthur muttered before he glanced over in Alfred's direction. The American laughed and gave him a thumbs up, causing the Brit to mouth, 'screw you'.

He then turned to his dance partner. "I still don't get why Alfred doesn't need to practice. He can't dance to save his life."

Francis clicked his tongue and chuckled. "Childhood friends, huh? You don't know everything about him apparently! We were hanging out before class today and he proved to me that he really can dance. He's actually quite fabulous."

Arthur frowned and drew his head farther back. "Why were you guys together?"

Francis tried spinning Arthur, despite acting as the female. "Why? Jealous? Would you rather be his partner? Do I not satisfy you enough, beautiful?" He teased.

"Shut up frog!"

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Across the room, Ludwig and Feliciano were struggling to dance at a synchronized pace.

"Ludwig! You dance like you have two left feet!"

Ludwig rolled his eyes and avoided stepping on the smaller boy's feet. "Well other things are higher priorities than dancing!"

"Ooo like what!?"

The blonde took a deep breath. "School...and running the Club.. And taking care of my dogs.."

Feliciano's eyes lit up and he tighten his grip on his partner's shoulder. "Oh yeah I heard about your dogs! How many do you have? What are their names?"

Ludwig's face visibly perked up and a smile twitched at his lips. Feli's heart did a weird flip-flop thing. "Oh, well I have three. Blackie is a German Shepherd, Berlitz is a Dobberman, and Aster is a Hovawart. And I got them all when I was twelve."

Feli stuck his leg out. "Ohhh! Well I have a pet kitty cat! His name is Pookie!"

Ludwig awkwardly attempted to spin Feliciano. "Cats are nice, but dogs are statistically better."

Feli nodded. "How do you say 'dog's in German?"

"Hunde."

The Italian giggled. "Haha! It sounds funny! Your accent!"

"What!" Ludwig frowned. "My accent is not funny!"

"Just a little bit!"

"No!"

"Ahh ok, sorry!" Feliciano relented and bonked his head on Ludwig's chest.

Ludwig sighed, "Yeah. Whatever Feliciano."

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A few feet away, Gilbert was once again complaining. "This is so unawesome! I hate dancing with you Toni!"

Antonio stared directly in Gilbert's eyes, since their line of vision was pretty much the same. He cocked his head to the side. "Why?"

"Because you suck!" He groaned and accidentally stepped on Toni's foot for the umpteenth time. "And holding you like a girl is weird!"

"But Gil! Remember that time you kissed me!"

Gilbert threw his head back. "Yeah that was different! We were practicing!"

"This is practice too!" Antonio whined back.

Gilbert shrugged and wrapped his arms around Toni so they were more like slow dancing. He propped his chin on his partner's shoulder and said, "but I wish I got to partner with Feli! He is so cute."

Antonio nodded cheerfully and tightened his arms around Gilbert. He knew his friend was getting tired and this was the easiest way to rest without getting scolded by their leader. "Yeah! Ludwig is lucky!"

Suddenly, the both of them felt a shove and went toppling over. They landed in an awkward position on the floor.

"Ouchy!" Antonio mumbled as he rubbed his head.

"Yo, what gives!?" Gilbert shouted and pushed the Spaniard off him.

Lovino stood by with his hands on his hips. "Ohhh! I'm so sorry!" He said sarcastically. "I didn't see you guys there!" He rolled his eyes and looked away.

Elizabeta stood by with her hand over her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry! We really didn't see you guys, we must have just bumped you guys during the spin!"

Antonio hopped up and dusted himself off. "Hey it's okay amigos! It happens!"

Gilbert jumped up as well. "I bet you did it on purpose!" He pointed at the Hungarian.

"I did not!"

Lovino watched from the side with an indifferent face. Well, of course he did it on purpose! He was so fucking tired of hearing those morons go on about Feli! Either way, he was off the hook for causing this problem now. Though, he did feel a bit bad for framing Elizabeta.

As the other two almost started another wresting match, much to Alfred's amusement, Francis stepped in and pulled Gilbert away from the angry girl. "How about we take a break for awhile?"

The two glared at each other, and before Gilbert could make some jackass comment, Elizabeta stomped away and sat down with Lovino.

Noting her angered aura, and still a bit embarrassed about what he just pulled, Lovino coughed into the crook of his arm. "Umm, you were actually really good. You must be a quick learner."

She shrugged and smiled at him. "Well you're actually a very good teacher. Where did you learn to dance like that?"

Lovino leaned back and held himself up with his hands. "Just learned when I was a kid I guess? My grandpa made sure Feli and I knew how."

She nodded. "Speaking of Feli.." Lovino instantly lowered his head and looked away, his mood already dampened. Elizabeta didn't seem to notice so she continued, "How does Feli like being a Host? I mean, with all the other guys?"

Lovino shrugged and lifted his foot up onto the seat to fix his shoelace. "Whatever I guess? Feli is a slut for this kind of attention."

"Really? "

"Yeahhh..." Lovino dralled out, raising an eyebrow and turning toward her. "That brings the topic back to you.. If you hate everyone in the club, why the hell waste your time here?"

Elizabeta drew her back and let out an exaggerated gasp. "I don't hate everyone here! I am actually great friends with Kiku and I actually really like Ludwig!"

Lovino stuck out his tongue. "Ew. Why Ludwig?"

The Hungarian placed her finger to her chin and glanced at the ceiling with a smile. "Oh, well he is actually very kind although he does look a bit scary on the outside. He helps me out quite a bit and he's much more polite than just about any other man I've met!"

The Italian's jaw dropped. He was about to bring it to her attention that he was a man too! But she was still talking.

"And I also really like Arthur and Alfred, they're very sweet too! And if I'm completely honest with you, I adore Antonio too. Despite the fact he is friends with Francis and Gilbert... Now those two! I don't care if Francis is the one who allowed me in here, he is still such scum!"

Lovino's face remained blank. "I'm sorry I'm still hung up on how you like Lud— wait a minute you like Antonio?" He blinked.

Elizabeta kind of shrugged and sesawed her hands. "Well, I don't get why he is friends with those two morons but he is actually adorab—!"

"Excuse me Kiku, but these are the music pieces I picked out at your request. I just wanted to check over them with you to make sure they are suitable."

At the sound of the new voice, Elizabeta's face paled and she dropped her gaze to her lap. Lovino scowled and turned his attention to where the voice was coming from.

"Oh yes, Roderich. I think these are perfect." Kiku bowed slightly. "Thank you for the work you put in looking for these."

"My pleasure," the squeaky clean looking man said. He hair was combed over with a single cow lick sticking up and had a pair of glasses sitting on his nose.

Lovino glanced back at Elizabeta who looked highly uncomfortable. He was debating whether he should place a comforting hand on her back when Feli, so rudely, skipped over to Kiku and the newcomer.

"Ooooo what's in the box? Fancy teacups or something?!"

Roderich huffed and rolled his eyes. "No, they are most certainly not. They are some of the most prized music pieces in the world. I would hate for my copy to get wrinkled or damaged in any way."

Kiku nodded and held the box firmly. "Mr. Roderich here was willing enough to pick out a nice set of classical music for us for the ball next week. He is quite amazing behind a piano."

Next to him, Lovino noticed Elizabeta tighten her fingers around the edge of her seat. She then quickly but elegantly stood up and forced a smile on her face. "He always has been great. The music room was always his favorite place to reside," she said, with a steady voice.

This caught the attention of everyone in the room. Roderich's eyes widened at the sight of her and he looked like a fish gasping for air. With his flushed face, he cleared his throat and nodded his head toward her. "Well, it is very good to see you again Elizabeta." He looked back to Kiku. "And I'm glad you like the choices. I'll be going now." He quickly excused himself after that.

After a brief silent moment Lovino held up both his hands. "Well that wasn't fucking awkward at all."

A few chuckles were heard about the room and Feli cocked his head. "Wait, so do you guys know each other?" He looked at Elizabeta.

Her face turned a shade darker and she started waving her arms around frantically. "Ahhh no! I've never seen him in my life where do you get that idea!? Sorry, I think, I better go! See ya!" She, just like Roderich, let herself out of the room but in a more hurried manner.

When the door slammed shut, Gilbert broke out into his famous laughter. Having pity on the clueless Italians, Ludwig stepped forward so he was standing in front of Feli. "Well, weirdly enough, Elizabeta and Roderich are actually engaged.."

"Engaged? To each other?" Feliciano gasped.

With a deadpan expression Ludwig nodded.

"Then why aren't they happy looking! If I was engaged, I would be the most happiest person in the world!"

Gilbert snickered at that but Antonio placed a hand on his face and continued the story. "Actually, they were both the best of friends while growing up.. But I guess, Roderich had to leave for a while.. And they found out they were betrothed to each other once he came back.. Things have been weird since I guess?"

Arthur crossed his arms and pointed up his nose. "Well, I didn't know a bloody thing about any of that."

Alfred patted his head. "That's because you are completely out of the loop my friend!"

Arthur scolwed. "That's because everyone is always going on about such nonsense!"

Francis rolled his eyes. "Well, then they aren't much different from you."

Arthur scoffed.

"Anyways," Francis continued as he teared his eyes away from the blonde. "We must help Elizabeta and Roderich!"

"Bonjour everybody! Thank you all for attending the ball and I would like to inform everyone that we will be hosting a dance competition and whichever young lady wins, gets a special kiss from moi at the end of the night!"

The room erupted in cheers and Francis lead himself down the steps to go flirt with a group of girls during the time they had.

Lovino stood off to the side, his eyes taking in all the details of the room. Gilbert and Arthur both danced with lovely girls, though they both looked a bit clumsy. (Gilbert looked much more confident than Arthur though.) Alfred swept a girl off her feet and and to his annoyance, Antonio was also spinning some girl around with a dumb smile on his face.

Kiku stood on the balcony and took another round of pictures on his phone. Finally Lovino noticed Ludwig and Feliciano who stood next to each other near the entrance. The last of the guests had finally arrived, so Feli tugged on the German's arm and began leading him to the dance floor.

Lovino furrowed his eyebrows and pulled up his sleeve, already on his way to give them a piece of his mind, when someone snagged his arm. He met eyes with Elizabeta and he blinked in confusion.

"Want to dance with me Lovino?"

Lovino glanced over his shoulder at the pair who were just awkwardly standing in the middle of the floor rather than dancing. He sighed. "Sure."

They both took their place among the crowd and Lovino placed his hand on her waist. "Are you sure you remember how to do this? I haven't seen you in the last few days."

Elizabeta shrugged and smiled. "Well—!" She began, before something ran between the pair causing them to break apart. "DAMNIT GILBERT!" She shrieked across the loud room as the albino cackled and dragged the distressed Italian away. She huffed and kicked the floor where Lovino was previously standing.

Huddled in the club room, the Host Club set off to work. Lovino, who was shoved in a chair, forced into a dress, and now has three sets of hands tending to him, was not amused. "I still don't get why I have to be the girl when Feli is the one who cross-dresses!"

"Because he has seen Feli already! We need a new girl!" Francis shot back, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he adjusted the younger boy's wig.

Antonio took a step back and his eyes lit up. "Wow Lovi! You look really pretty! If you were an actual girl I would totally date you!"

Lovino stood up and looked beyond pissed. "Yeah, fuck off before I shove my heel up your ass!" He kicked his dress up to showcase his shiny black shoes before pushing the door open and storming out.

Antonio slapped his cheeks. "So precious.."

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Now down the hallway, Lovino was still muttering to himself. Dropping serious profanity and going on and on about how he was so mistreated by these moronic Club members. Once he reached the door he knew he would inevitably have to walk into, he placed a hand on his heart and took a few deep breaths. He listened to the beautiful music escape through the crack under the door. With on last prayer, Lovino adjusted the dress straps and poked his head through the door.

He caught Roderich's attention rather quickly and the young musician closed the piano and stood up. "So you wrote the letter?"

Lovino forced himself not to scowl. He cleared his throat and spoke in a higher voice. "Ummm.. What letter?"

Roderich looked unamused but pulled the neatly folded piece of paper out of his pocket. He adjusted his glasses and began reading in a monotone voice, "'Oh Roderich, I am so in love with you, ever since I saw how sexy you looked playing the piano. Ah! So hot'— the next part is so vulgar I can't even read it out loud!"

Lovino cringed when he thought of the only three knuckleheads who could have wrote that. "Yeah.. That's me." He silently seethed.

Roderich clicked his tongue and tucked the paper back into his pocket. "Well despite your grammatical errors and your inappropriate behavior for a lady, you still seem..." He struggled for a word. "Charming...somehow. But I'm sorry to say, I have feelings for someone else."

Playing along, Lovino raised a brow and crossed his arms. "Who is he?"

"She's a woman!"

"Oh right! She—yeah."

Roderich shook his head in disapproval but answered the question anyway. "Elizabeta Hedervary. We grew up together, but then I left her to attend the best music school in the country! I left her heart broken, and now, I'm pretty sure she hates me."

Lovino shrugged. "You're probably right." Roderich glared at him and he raised his arms in a surrendering way. "I'm just saying, if you care so much, stop being a loser and go tell her!"

The dark haired musician raised a brow and tapped his finger on the piano. "Are you sure you really liked me the way the letter said you did?"

Lovino shrugged and awkwardly adjusted him dress. He was definitely not as good at this as Feli was.

.

"Come on Liza it won't be that bad!" Alfred assured the girl he was dragging down the dark hall.

"Seriously, what's the worse that could happen?" Arthur threw out there as he lagged behind the other two.

She pulled her hand back and rubbed it awkwardly. "He hates me!" She claimed for the tenth time within the last five minutes.

"You'll never really know, unless you talk to him!" Alfred patted her back reassuringly. She blushed deeply but finally relented with a nod. She took a deep breath and stepped toward the door. When she pushed it open, and caught sight of her beloved with an unfamiliar face, she could pinpoint the exact moment her heart cracked in two.

The two occupying the room snapped their heads toward her and she fisted her hands at her sides as she hesitantly stepped back. "I-I'm sorry!" She stammered before slamming the door and running the rest of the way down the hall.

"Elizabeta!" Roderich called, the loudest anyone had ever heard him spoken. He ran around Lovino and followed her.

Catching sight of the two blondes outside the door, Lovino pulled off his wig in an annoyed fashion. "Didn't we just make things worse?"

Arthur leaned against the wall and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, this is ridiculous."

Alfred shrugged and stared down the hallway with his arms propped up behind his head. "Yeah, but look on the bright side dudes! He ran after her! Which I think is what Francis predicted would happen."

The two angry boys exchanged looks. Arthur shook his head. "That frog actually had a plan besides dressing Lovino in drag? I didn't think his mind could process that much!"

.

Elizabeta knew she should have expected that. She knew he hated her, but for some reason, she could never hate him. She wiped the angry years that rushed down her face on her sleeve and pushed past a group of people who shouted all sorts of things at her.

She didn't care, she just had to get away from Roderich who was currently— she stopped in her tracks as she felt someone aggressively grab her arm. She turned toward him and green eyes met violet. His face looked sad and soft and she wasn't sure how to react. He cleared his throat, and Elizabeta longed to hear him say her name again. But the moment was quickly disrupted when a spot light was shined on them, startling Roderich into releasing her arm.

"This dance is dedicated to this lovely couple!" Francis' thick french accent boomed through the speakers.

The crowd began cheering and Roderich hesitantly held a hand out to the brunette. "Can I have this dance?"

She stared at his outstretched hand before whispering, "You may."

The music started up and the two began moving with the music, Elizabeta following his lead as Lovino taught her.

"You are a much better dancer than I remember," he remarked.

Elizabeta smiled. "Things do change."

Roderich nodded and kept his eyes on her. "But not my feelings for you."

Her face pinkened and she blinked up at him.

"I have.. Always loved you Elizabeta. And I still do."

Her face lit up at those words and she stood up on a tiptoe to place a chaste kiss on his lips. The room went crazy again as the Host Club members watched heartwarmingly from the balcony. Even Arthur and Lovino looked somewhat content. Only Gilbert still looked angered.

The music ended and applause flooded the room as Roderich and Elizabeta stood together on the center of the dance floor still entranced in each other's eyes. "Well what an exciting night!" Alfred yelled into the microphone. "So who is a better candidate than Miss Elizabeta to win the dance competition tonight?"

He ignored the several shouts of 'ME!'

"That's right! No one is! So I'm happy to announce Elizabeta as the winner tonight!" Grinning, he glanced at Francis who was fluffing up his hair and preparing for his kiss with the Hungarian.

"Anyways! Feli will be standing in for Francis!"

"WHAT!" A wild French voice pierced the air.

Feli shrugged with an agreeing smile as he hopped down the steps. Elizabeta looked to Roderich and shrugged. "Why not?" He said. "Since you know her, its no big deal."

The two of them approached each other, Feli still a few steps higher than her. Gilbert stood at the top of his stairs with Francis, who was still moping around about getting rejected, and Antonio, who was happily clicking his heels.

"What if this is Feli's first kiss?"

Despite it only being a kiss on the cheek, Gilbert's expression changed from anger to scandalized. "Feli's first kiss shouldn't be with her! It should be with me!"

With that, the albino lunged forward and pushed Feliciano to the side, but he underestimated the momentum behind his jump, because he ended up stumbling forward, straight into Elizabeta. Where the two shared the most awkward kiss imaginable.

They broke apart in less than a second, both rubbing their mouths with their sleeves. Every person in the room when nuts, besides the Club, who all stood speechless.

Elizabeta had a swirl of pinks on her face. "What the hell Gilbert!" She slapped him square across the face.

"What the helll yourself!" He retorted back and threw his arms in the air as Feliciano stood off to the side, giggling to himself.

Roderich stomped forward and held an accusing finger out at the German. "How dare you kiss my fiance?!"

Gilbert was waving his arms around like a crazy person now, and his whole face was a shade pinker. "I would never want to kiss that!"

Ludwig watched from the top balcony and face palmed. The three continued to scream at each other, and when Elizabeta whipped out a skillet from within her dress and began chasing the German around, Ludwig knew he had enough. "Idiot.." He muttered and turned around, eager to actually get out of this place.

He only had a few minutes of peace, because it was soon replaced with an Italian on his back. "Ludwig! Can I have a piggy back ride?"

With Feliciano already on his back, he knew he didn't have a choice. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He adjusted the way he held up the other boy and determinedly headed toward the door.

Still watching the ridiculous trio down below, Arthur shook his head and glanced at his best friend. "Well, considering how much he despises her, the old bloke deserved it."

Alfred chuckled and held up a finger. "If you were in trouble and had to kiss someone you would never wanna kiss, who would it be?"

Arthur pretended to think. "Well first Francis."

The Frenchmen pouted from off to the side where he eavesdropping. "Hey!"

Ignoring him, this Brit continued, "Then probably you."

Alfred eyes widened and his face flushed. "Hey Artie! I thought we were friends!"

The two continued bickering on one side of the balcony. Antonio, still watching Feli and Ludwig ahead turned to Lovino and asked in an excited tone, "Lovi want a piggy back ride too?!"

Lovino's face was now makeup free and he ditched the dress. He spared the Spaniard a glance before walking toward the door by himself. "Fuck no." He said over his shoulder.

"Oooo I do!" Francis sang, deciding Arthur and Alfred lovers spat wasn't worth losing a free piggy back ride over. He jumped on Toni's back and the two bolted toward the door, past Lovino, and outside to find Ludwig.

Kiku walked at a steady pace until his he was side by side with Lovino. He didn't try to make conversation, he just fondly flipped through the pictures on his phone.

"So, what are those even for?" Lovino's voice asked.

The Japanese boy glanced up at him with an embarrassed smile. "Ah nothing!"

I have no clue what I'm doing with this story or if I am even capable of doing all the episode of OHSHC in Hetalia style but let's just see what happens..

But I guess this story isn't just gonna be mostly centered around Feli like OHSHC followed Haruhi. Everyone gets time to shine cuz no one is based off any one character.

Also, I don't give a crap what you ship, but AusHun and Swissliech are lovely ships so haters can go somewhere else. (Besides, the countries are not blood related, they literally just find each other. So yeah, ship whatever people)

Updates will be slow. Very slow.

~Iwilldrinkthiscoffee

8/31/17