MCD: Oh my god what is this I don't even… *shakes head* I HAVE BETRAYED YOU, MY USUK SHIPPING FRIENDS... Forgive me... *emoes in a corner*

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He had a thing for Frenchmen.

Bloody perverted frogs, he'd never in his right mind mutually like one, much less be friends with one, much much less consider dating one of the same gender!

He'd learned how foolish he was the last time he'd done all that.

But there he was, in all his French-Japanese, blonde, background-sparkling, rich-as-bloody-hell, enticing foreignbeauty. With roses flowing around him in a sea of dew-drop-drizzled glimmers, he was the light house in that ocean; his violet eyes, ready to pierce the foggiest of thoughts or soften in daylight to show how endearing the lad really was. Or, sparkling in mischief when thinking up a ridiculous plan, like the other Frenchman he knew. His eyes were, by far, the most attractive thing about him. But it was far from the only thing.

His hair. Like a golden ray of sunshine, soft as a daffodil's petals, parted ever-so-slightly to reveal the thin, delicate eyebrows that arched over the hypnotizing pools of purple. It would give off a soft golden glow at the perfect moments, creating a halo of light. He was, quite literally, an angel at times. How he wanted to touch it!

His personality. Even Arthur had to admit, for a snooty rich kid -rich as sin, the whole lot of them were- he was unexpectedly kind. Of course, he was a bipolar bleeder with much too much time on his hands when he could be doing something useful, like studying. Not to mention all the fake love he gave out(it must run in the blood of the French, he assumed) at that blasted club of his. But his intentions were as pure as his heart, no one could deny that. He was nice to his friends and polite to everyone around him, even those he obviously disliked. He was intelligent, despite his foolhardy actions, and he had a good head on his shoulders. He was dedicated, but flamboyant.

….Bloody hell, he'd been reduced to poetry.

Yes, unfortunately, Arthur Kirkland, a stiff-necked exchange honor student from Britain had seemingly fallen for the most sought-after and loved person in the entire school. But he couldn't help it; everyone was attracted to that kid. Obviously most of the women, but even many of the male students were friends with him. He was like a delicate spider that wove a web of sparkling promises in rain drops and everyone was lured in. No one could stay away, and frankly, no one wanted to stay away from such a- dare he say it, -magical person.

…Arthur examined the previous thoughts that he'd organized onto paper and promptly smashed his head on his desk, startling many of the surrounding chattering students. A few of the boys snickered and the girls' whispering increased in volume.

With a sigh, the Briton lifted his head a few inches, just enough room to move his hand and rub the probably now red spot on his forehead.

He was a right fool, he was. But he always was, always had been, in the case of affection. Arthur's nose crinkled in distaste. Both his first and second love male, French, popular, flamboyant, annoying, dim-witted, occasionally truly endearing, and often tossing out their fake love to poor, unsuspecting people that wanted to romanticize their lives. Arthur put his head down -much gentler this time, mind you- on his should-have-been Literature report on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Arthur snorted at the irony.

As he was about to pack up for the day to go home since he'd only stayed after for Shakespeare's book, his phone rang that same annoying tone. "A pizza hut a pizza hut, Kentucky-fried-chicken and a pizza hut. McDonalds, McDonalds, Kentucky-fried-chicken and a pizza hut-" Arthur gulped when he felt the stares of multiple students on his form and hastily shoved his stuff in his knapsack, practically running out of the library.

Whence outside, he flipped open his cell and answered it, not even bothering to check the caller id.

"'Ello-?"

"YO! Hahahaha, whassup bro? You missin' the totally heroic me right now?" Arthur sighed, but smiled at the sound of his brother's voice.

"No, not really, Alfred. Wait a moment, isn't it about-" the Brit glanced at his watch, "- two in the morning in the states?" he accused rather than asked, beginning to walk in a random direction down a hall. His brother's wine came out shrilly on the phone's speaker.

"But Arrrrtttttiiieee—"

"Wanker, stop calling me that! Why can't you call me by my name!? Blast it all-"

"Yea yeah, whatevs, Artie! But you'll like, NEVER guess what happened last night!"

A sigh. "Alfred, I don't have time for this-"

"ARTIEEE!"

"Fine! What the bloody hell happened, you twat?"

"Mattie TOTALLY decked Francey-pants in the face!" Arthur blanched and stared at his phone for a moment, then put it back to his ear. He pushed open a nearby door, hoping to find some privacy.

"…Mattie?" an exasperated sigh came from the other line.

"Y'know, Matthew?" Arthur mentally slapped his forehead. Duh. "Yeah, he like, went all hockey-freak on Francis for gettin' too touchy-feely during a game!" Arthur hissed.

"My word, is he-" Suddenly Arthur was assaulted with rose petals and a thin arm worked its way around his shoulders.

"Welcome to the Host Club, exchange student!" an unfortunately familiar voice exclaimed loudly in Japanese and Arthur paled completely.

Oh bollocks.

He had a thing for magic.

After all, he lived in a fairytale sort of life. Maybe that's why he found himself so attracted to the exchange student, the Englishman named Arthur Kirkland. Arthur was in his grade. He got good grades on his tests, some of the best in the school. Although he was a bit of a stickler, and (adorably) sulky, and often ill-tempered, he had this strange quality about him that intrigued Tamaki to no end.

Whenever Arthur thought he was alone and Tamaki was hiding, out of sight, Arthur would let his guard down. He would give a small smile and start talking to thin air. Now, Tamaki knew this was odd, even for him, but Tamaki knew better. Everything seemed just... gah! He didn't even know how to describe it, even with all the poetic things he'd say all the time! The flowers would perk up around Arthur, like they'd been awaiting his arrival. The sun would shine just a little bit brighter on him, no matter where he walked. The air around him would glimmer as if something extraordinary was there, but just beyond Tamaki's reach and he practically lusted to know what it was. And even when Arthur talked to thin air, Tamaki couldn't decide if he had imaginary friends or if there really was something there. The grass would flatten ever so slightly next to him and a faint hint of laughter laced through small gusts of a breeze that would make Arthur's hair sway like it was magic!

And then there was Arthur himself! Wonderfully smart and able to hold an intelligent conversation without once straying to gossip or vanity. He was full of mysteries that no one knew, and apparently no one wanted to figure out: this was a terrible shame, in Tamaki's opinion. He was quite shy, though; not one to start a conversation on his own, but respectfully minded his own business at the same time. He did not pry, nor pout when he didn't get a straight answer. Arthur was intelligent, polite, respectable, proud, and all the things that Tamaki wished he could be like. All the things that Tamaki wanted to get to know about Arthur.

And don't even get him started about how Arthur looked. A wonderfully pale complexion that suited his choice in clothing (Arthur didn't have the money that most of the students at Ouran did, and therefore couldn't buy the uniform), which was usually a plain white dress shirt and a brown vest and tie, with black-and-light-red plaid dress pants and casual shoes. Many of the students proclaimed it boring, dull, but Tamaki thought it suited him brilliantly. Arthur looked more like a genius scholar and less like on of Tamaki's foolish classmates- something that, unfortunately intimidated him and stopped him from talking to Arthur sometimes.

His golden-blonde locks were always messy, but it added character to his look, and Tamaki found it quite adorable. But sometimes, when he was outside and the sun shone brightly on him like it did, his hair would shine in woven golden strands. His eyes were as green as- no, more glorious than – perfectly cut emeralds. They sparkled and dimmed with every emotion he expressed, and they were truly the key to his soul. They were brighter than any of England's royal gems, and Tamaki could only hopelessly compare the leaves of his roses to them. But the cutest thing about Arthur were his eyebrows. Mockingly large in size, but unusually suiting of the Brit. They. Were. Adorable!

Arthur was handsome, but unlike Tamaki and most of the students', it was not delicate and balanced. No, Arthur's beauty was rugged and rough around the edges, but it was something unlike anything the king had ever seen and it entranced him, made him curious. What was it that had toughened Arthur so much that it affected even his beauty? Wait, no! It wasn't beauty, that was far too... feminine for Arthur. He was, in every sense of the word, sexy. It made Tamaki feel weak and girly in comparison. But now Tamaki day-dreamed about a princely Arthur coming to the foolish king Tamaki's aide and becoming his best friend. Or maybe even as a manly pirate, plundering and pillaging King Tamaki's village until he made his way to the palace and scooped up Tamaki in his arms to whisk him out to sea on his pirate ship and shower him with stolen rubies and gold and silver and live happily ever after! Or even Arthur as an angel of...of Brittania! And proclaiming himself his fairy godfather and-!

"Tamaki? Oh Tamaki? Hello? I wonder what's gotten into him-!" one of his female guests murmured to another, and the second's face contorted into worry.

"Yes, he's been daydreaming an awful lot lately. I wonder what's the matter?" she said. Tamaki surprised them both with a soft chuckle. He leaned forward and rested his chin upon his hand.

"I'm sorry, ladies. I've just been a bit preoccupied with my thoughts, lately. But your bird-like voices have sing-songed me out of my thoughts." he smiled charmingly and the girls, flustered, blushed and giggled. Yeah, your seagull-like screeching has interrupted my wonderful Arthur-filled day dreaming. He mentally grumbled. He didn't really hate these women, it's just that being adored can get annoying at times. And he pretty much figured he was turning gay because of women like this.

Maybe I am gay for Arthur, he hummed and mindlessly asked the girls how their day was going and other unimportant questions, all the while flattering them shamelessly. I definitely wouldn't mind. I wonder how Arthur would feel about that? Tamaki smiled softly. Haha... my own fairytale. I wouldn't have to be the prince charming anymore. Maybe Arthur is interested in me? That would be amazing... Similar thoughts drifted lazily through his mind as his guests switched out, girl to girl, different hair, different complexion, all looking for the same fake romance to fuel their hearts.

The door opened and Tamaki looked up, surprised he hadn't been able to sense someone coming like he usually did-

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His heart did back flips as he saw Arthur back into the room. Of course, he could only see his back, but he knew it was definitely Arthur. His hair was messy and that perfect golden blonde that he'd come to love.

"Excuse me, ladies. It seems like I have a new guest I have to meet." he said, a fake apologetic smile on his face, while on the inside he was cheering. He quickly sped away from the table and snuck up on Arthur, waiting for him to notice.

"Mattie?" he questioned the cell phone and a loud reply followed from the other line. Tamaki frowned. Arthur was ignoring him for an impolitely loud person on a cell phone? One that was talking about another man? Tamaki pouted, but grinned as his resolve renewed. Even if Arthur hadn't come to whisk him off of his feet, he would make sure that he would want to by the end of the year!

"My word, is he-" Tamaki didn't want to hear another word of it, despite the melodic cadence of Arthur's worried voice. He slung his arm around Arthur's shoulder- an action that sent warm tingles through his body, -and smiled his best, most charming, most pleasant smile.

"Welcome to the Host Club, exchange student!" he announced grandly. He felt Arthur stiffen and an uncomfortable aura radiated off of him. Play it cool! Act like you hardly know anything about him. Which you don't. But still!

Arthur cursed his terrible luck.

"Artie? Yo, Arthur, you there?" Arthur blinked at his cellphone and slowly raised it back up to his ear.

"...Alfred, I'm going to have to call you back."

"Awww, but Artiieee-" Click.

Arthur sighed through his nose. He didn't dare turn, still hoping that this was all a big mistake and that wasn't who he thought it was hanging off of him like some sort of -

Arthur's mind short circuited and he twitched.

"Ah, your name is Arthur Kirkland, right? The exchange student from Britain?" the all-too-familiar voice asked him, mockingly, it seemed, and he mentally shook himself out of his stupor.

"A-ah, yes, that would be me... uh, could you-" he was cut off as Tamaki Suoh spun him around into a hug. Arthur's face turned fifty times hotter and the red flush spread all the way from his neck to the tips of his ears. He sputtered, body frozen, unable to push the other blonde away... but he found that he didn't completely want to...

"I've been waiting for you," Tamaki whispered in his ear and he shuddered, heat sparking through his veins at the husky tone. "A late welcome is offered to you, Arthur-chan! Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club!" Tamaki grinned broadly and spun Arthur around, as if showing him off to the rest of the club's inhabitants, who were slowly closing in on him.

Dear god... This was going to be one helluva school year...

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MCD: … *headdesks multiple times* AHHH!

Dear god, WHAT HAVE I DONE!? *USUK shipper* What is wrong with me! I'm even considering making this a drabble-! *sobs* My little sister (a USUK fan, like me) is laughing at me! And saying something about Monty Python! AH, CRUEL FATE~ *Tamaki emo* She only read the first line and she started laughing at me!