A/N: Hey guys BritishGentleman here~ Yes this is based off of Ouran High School Host Club and there are a few others similar to this one. Well I hope you enjoy this~ I don't own Hetalia or Ouran. Human names used. Pairings: FrUK, UsCan, and PruAus. Translations are at the end~ don't hold back on any corrections you may have for me~

List of Characters:

Tamaki Suou: Francis Bonnefoy (France)

Haruhi Fujioka: Arthur Kirkland (England)

Kyoya Otori: Wang Yao (China)

Hikaru Hitachiin: Alfred Jones (America)

Kaoru Hitachiin: Mathew Jones (Canada)

Mitsukuni Haninozuka: Roderich Edelstein (Austria)

Takashi Morinozuka: Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia)

Renge Houshakuji: Elizaveta Hedervary (Hungary)

What is a Host Club?

Chapter One: Starting Today, You are a Host

Arthur Kirkland walked down the many hallways of his new school, Hetalia High, "Damn do they not have one empty library?" He had been looking for a library for some time with no such luck; they had all been loud and crowded. He passed by the abandoned music room, "Hmmm, maybe it will be quiet here." He reached for the door handle and turned the handle, when the door opened a gust of wind and rose petals came through the door. Arthur wrinkled his nose in confusion, 'What the hell?'

"Welcome~" A chorus of voices sounded through the door, showing six boys all around his age. One of the blonde boys was sitting in a throne like chair while wearing a smirk; a pair of similar looking blondes stood beside him both showing a smile. A short brunette teen was standing behind the smirking blonde, an expression of complete and utter cuteness played on his face, and he was holding a yellow bird. Standing next to the brunette was a silver haired man with crimson eyes wearing a similar smirk to the sitting man. And the final boy was a Chinese looking man with jet black hair in a lose ponytail, his expression cold and uninterested, he wrote something in his black notebook.

"Wow it's a boy." The twins chorused, leaning forward with curiosity in their eyes. The British man was struggling with the door handle to escape.

"Alfred, Mathew this boy is in your class right, aru?" The Asian man asked

"Yeah but he is really shy, and doesn't talk to people. So we don't know much about the guy. And he always messes with his clothes, it's kind of weird." They answered in perfect unison, as they both shrugged.

The Chinese gave a knowing smile, "Well that was rude aru. Anyway, welcome to the Ouran High School Host club student, aru."

The blonde that up until now had been sitting jumped out of the seat and looked at the Brit, "Wait zen you must be Arzur Kirkland!"

Arthur winced at his name being spoken, 'Great he is French. Damn bastard.' He turned to face the Frenchman, "Yes that is my name, who the bloody hell are you, and why do you know my name?"

"Well your infamous, aru. It's not every day that a commoner like you get's into Ouran, aru."

Arthur felt offended as being called a commoner but grit his teeth, not wanting to anger the intimidating man.

"Yes Arzur you are a hero to all of ze poor people in ze world~ It must be hard to be looked down upon by ozers."

"You are going too far with this poor thing, wanker." Arthur said scooting away from the cocky Frenchman.

"But zat doesn't matter now, long live ze poor! We welcome you poor man to our world of beauty~!" He spread his arms in a welcoming fashion, roses showing up behind him dramatically.

But Arthur ignored it and began to walk towards the door, "I'm going to leave now." But was attacked by the small brunette, "You must be a superhero or something Iggy-chan~"

"No I am not… And who are you calling Iggy-chan!"

"I never knew that Mr. Honors Student would be so openly gay?"

"Openly what?" the Brit said confused.

"So what is your type mon ami~? Do you like the strong and silent type?" He pointed to the albino man, "The boy Lolita?" He pointed to the Austrian brunette boy, "The mischievous type?" he pointed to the blonde twins who smirked, "Or the cool type?" He pointed to the Chinese boy, "Or someone like me~?" He put a finger under the others chin and lifted his head to have his emerald eyes meet his blue ones.

Arthur blushed from the closeness and backed away, and into an expensive looking vase, he gasped as it began to fall, he attempted to catch it but it was too late. The vase crashed into a million pieces, "Now you've done it dude that vase was to start at the bidding price of eight million yen." Said the blue eyed twin.

"Shit… I'm going to have to pay you back aren't I?"

"With what money you can't afford a school uniform?" The twins said looking at each other with some amusement.

The Chinese man picked up a piece of the shattered vase and held it to his vase to his face, "So Francis what do we do now?" Arthur tensed, waiting for whatever was going to happen.

"Arzur have you heard of the saying, 'when in Rome do as the Romans do' since you have no money, you will pay wiz your body-"

Arthur blushed and punched the man in the stomach, "HELL NO WANKER!"

Francis doubled over but managed to laugh a horribly stereotypical French laugh, "Non, non mon ami. I mean you will be the Host Clubs dog."

Arthur stood a vacant expression on his face, the members of the club crowded around him. Eventually Arthur fell over, losing the ability to use his limbs. 'Brilliant. Fucking brilliant. Mom help me before I kill someone.'

"Francis what is your favorite song?"

"Why ze one zat reminds me of you."

"I-I um made you some cake would you like some?"

Francis held the brunettes head to meet her eyes and whispered, "Only if you feed it to me mon cher~" The girl blushed and squirmed in her seat, but was quickly forgotten as another girl placed her teacup on the coffee table.

"So Francis I have heard that the Club is keeping a rabbit without a cage."

"Well I wouldn't call him that Michelle." The Frenchman said forcing a smile, 'How is she so pretty yet so mean?' At that moment the Brit walked through the door holding a bag in his arms, and a regular scowl. "Ah zere he is now~"

"Here is your damned coffee." he said placing the instant coffee in the blonde's hand.

"Wait what is zis?"

"Just what it looks like frog, are you illiterate?"A collective gasp came from the women as the Brit so plainly insulted Francis, but neither man paid mind.

"Oh I know what zis is! Zis is commoner's coffee!"

"So it's true commoner's don't even have enough time to grind their own coffee beans." A nod went through the growing crowd.

"It's just coffee, damn I will get the other coffee." He turned to leave but Francis had other plans.

"Non. I will drink zis coffee!" he held the instant coffee over his head as an applause erupted from the crowd.

Michelle spoke up, "Now, now Francis. You don't have to drink is because this stupid boy bought it. You would just get sick." But her words fell on deaf ears except for Arthur, who if not wanting to appear gentlemanly would have punched her. 'Damn rich people.' She huffed as she flipped one of her long pigtails held by a red ribbon.

"Arzur~ Come make us coffee s'il vous plaît~"

Arthur groaned and walked over to the table, "Don't talk to me in that excuse of a language." He grumbled before making the coffee. He placed each cup on a gold tray and held them out to the group of girls, "Here"

"Let ze tasting begin~" Francis said with a, according to the Brit, obnoxious smile.

"I'm afraid to drink this stuff."

"Yes my father might get mad at me."

Francis bent one of the girls over holding her waist s she didn't fall and held his face close to hers as he whispered, "What if I let you drink it from my mouth?"

"W-well then I would drink it~" The girl blushed red as the others girls gave cries of jealousy.

On the other side of the host room Alfred and Mathew were talking to two of their clients, "Ahahaha! It was so funny; he had a bad dream and ran out of bed!"

"A-Alfred! Don't tell them that." Tears began to fill Mathew's eyes as he covered his face with his hands, "I asked you n-not to tell anyone about that."

"I'm sorry Mattie." The clients leaned closer blushes dusting their cheeks in anticipation. Alfred cupped his brothers' face in his hands, "But you were so cute I had to tell them. I'm sorry for making you cry, the hero shouldn't do that. Do you forgive me?"

"Of course I do Al." Alfred smiled and pressed his lips to his twins'. Causing their clients to go insane, "I've never seen brotherly love quite like that!"

"What are they freaking out about?" Arthur asked confused.

Soon Gilbert walked in with Roderich on his back, Roderich yawned, "Sorry ve are late ladies."

"Hey Gil, hey Roddie~ we've been waiting for you guys, hi~"

Gilbert placed Roderich on the ground and stood up straight, "Sorry I was waiting for Gilbert to finish feeding his birds and I fell asleep." The shorter boy rubbed his eyes tiredly, "And I'm still not avake."

The girls looked like they were having a cuteness attack as they yelled, "SO CUTE~~~"

"Is Roderich really my superior?" Arthur asked to himself.

"He may seem young and childish but he is a prodigy. And then Gilbert's strong hold is his silent disposition. Though he doesn't act like this outside the club." Yao explained, but the words were lost on the Brit.

"Iggy-chan~," Roderich jumped on Arthur, catching him off guard. Arthur's shirt sleeve rolled up a bit to show a single scar but as soon as it was there it was gone but Roderich noticed it, he would ignore it for the moment and tell someone later, "Do you vant to have some torte vith me~?"

"No thanks I don't really like…torte."

"Then vould you like to hold Gilbird?" He asked pointing to the yellow bird resting on his head.

"I don't really like…birds."

Roderich's face immediately fell as he pouted, "Are you saying you don't like Gilbird?"

Arthur looked at the bird for a moment, "Well I guess he is kind of cute."

Roderich smiled and placed Gilbird on Arthurs messy blonde hair, "Take good care of him okay~" He ran off to go talk to his and Mori's clients.

"You may see that here we use each man's particular abilities to meet our customers' needs, along with the yaoi moments."

"Yaoi, what's that?"

"Yaoi is the romantic relationship between two boys, aru. We are very lucky since all of our members are gay. Our most frequent pairings are the twins, and following close behind is Gil and Roddie which is easy because they are a couple." At that moment Gilbert kissed Roderich gently, causing the other man to blush and the girls to start fangirling. "Right behind them are the twins with what the girls call 'twincest'. Francis, and I aren't usually paired together but it happens. But the most popular host here is Francis; he is the king, aru."

"What the bloody hell is going on in the world?"

"Oh and to pay off your dept you have to be the host clubs dog until you graduate," Yao chuckled, "I mean errand boy, aru. You can try to run away but just to warn you my family owns a private police force that can be used in a matter of minutes. Do you own a passport by any chance?" Arthur stared at the Chinese man in fear and didn't notice Francis approaching him from behind.

Francis wrapped his arms around the thin boys frame whispering in his ear, "You are going to have to work hard to pay back zat dept. Mon petite Brit." He blew a small stream of air in the Brit's ear causing the other to jump away from the other.

"Don't EVER! Do that again frog!"

"You, mon cher, need a makeover or no girl will look twice at you."

"I don't want girls looking at me-"

"I knew zat you were gay!" Arthur punched the Parisian in the face.

"I'm not finished wanker!" he ignored the fake cries coming from the blonde and continued, "In my opinion it shouldn't matter what people think about how I look, it all matters on how the person acts."

"But you also have to be a gentleman and please ze ladies like moi~"

"Yes that is important too but I don't care about that. I don't even know why you have a host club like this anyway."

"It's a cruel reality, mon petite lapin." Arthur glared at the new nickname. "It's rare for god to create a perfect person like moi, beautiful inside and out."

"What the bloody hell are you going on about?"

"I know it's hard to believe but you must confess, if you didn't how would you go on living?" Francis dramatically wrapped his arms around himself as if he were wounded. Then he began to rant about being a gentleman.

'What is wrong with this man? How would I describe him?' The twins stood next to Arthur as they watched him think, 'There is a word that describes him perfectly. Narcissist? No…how about flirt? No… what is that word?'

Francis walked over and looked at Arthur with his head tilted, "And ze most important zing Arthur is to remember how effective a sideways glance can be."

"Aha! That's it!" Arthur said as he clapped his hands together finally finding the word he was looking for.

"Oh? Did I strike a chord wiz you-"

"Obnoxious." Francis looked as if the world just ended; he quickly began to sulk in a corner. Arthur watched the usually hyper Frenchman; he placed a hand on the back of his head, "Uh...Sorry frog."

The twins laughed, Alfred said "Don't be man~"

Mathew nodded, "Yeah, you're a hero."

"But Mattie I'm the hero!"

"Al, grow up."

'But he is a bloody pain in the neck.' Arthur laughed quietly, "I'm sorry frog, but your lesson did strike some interest."

Francis stood and turned around wearing a smirk, "Really mon cher~? Let me teach you more~"

"He got over that quickly enough." The Brit stated obviously.

"Boss."

"Appelez-moi le roi!" Francis yelled holding his arms out dramatically.

"Whatever man, you can teach him the ropes of being a gentleman but he has to look the part." Alfred stepped in front of Arthur and placed his hands on the glasses, "Maybe if we take off his glasses it will help."

"Oi! Give me back my glasses! I need them to bloody see you idgit!" Arthur said trying to take his glasses back.

But it was too late, everyone began to crowd around Arthur; Francis pushed his way up to Arthur and stared at him for a moment his mouth open in surprise. He then bent his head down and snapped his fingers, and with a commanding voice said, "Alfred, Mathew."

"Yes sir! Right away!" the both grabbed an arm on either side of Arthur and dragged him off with inhuman speed, laughing madly or at least Alfred was.

"Bloody hell, Guys let go of me damn it! Why aren't you listening to me Alfred and you too Mathew?"

"Yao, get my hairstylist rapidement." Yao was already busily clicking away on his phone, searching for the number. "Gilbert get some contact lenses." Gilbert smirked and ran down the hall.

"Vhat can I do Bonnefoy?" A cheerful voice asked looking up expectantly.

"Roddie."

"Yes sir~"

"You… go enjoy some torte, s'il vous plaît."

Roderich sat at a small table facing Gilbird who was sitting peacefully on the rim of a tea cup, "It's just us Gilbird, everyone else said they vere busy."

Meanwhile Alfred and Mathew had ushered the Brit in a makeshift changing room, they held up a bag, "Change into this."

"Why the bloody hell should I you idgits?"

"Don't ask questions!" the twins tackled the Brit trying to force him in the clothing in the bag, "Change change change change!"

"Fine but you have to get the hell out!" the Brit replied angrily tossing the pair out. They landed on their feet and looked at each other questioningly, having a conversation using their eyes, 'That was weird bro.'

'Yeah it was really odd, eh?'

'Think he is hiding something?'

'I know he is.'

"Francis give me back my bloody normal clothes." Arthur said peeking out from behind the curtain.

"Non, just get out here will you? We want to see what you look like."

Arthur stepped out shyly, he was wearing a light blue school jacket with a black tie and navy plaid pants. His hair was still a mess but it looked better than it did before, but the most noticeable feature besides his eyebrows. Were his forest green eyes, they seemed much clearer without the glasses. He was tugging on the sleeves a habit that the twins had mentioned, "Are you sure it's okay for me to wear this?"

"Si mignon juste comme une fille~"

"You're so cute Iggy-chan~"

"Yeah if we knew you looked like that we would have helped you sooner." Alfred said in amazement.

"Maybe he can bring in a few costumers, aru."

"Zat's just what I was zinking~" Francis said with a smirk. "Arzur staring today you shall be a member of zis host club."

"A host?" Arthur repeated nervously.

"And if you can bring in one hundred customers your debt to the club will be gone."

"So Artie what kinds of foods do you like?" A brunette asked happily to his left.

"I'm curious do you wear colored contacts?" The red head woman asked a faint blush covering her face.

"Yes they seem so bright." The blonde agreed and nodded her head in agreement.

'What the bloody hell am I supposed to do?' he asked himself eyes moving from one girl to the next.

"So Artie why did you join the club?" The three girls asked in perfect unison.

'All I need is one hundred customers and I'll be free from this club. I know just the story to tell them.'

Francis looked at Arthur from his seat only to find a depressing air surrounding the table he leaned closer so he could hear their conversation, "Oh so your parents died in a car crash."

"Who does the cooking and cleaning?"

"I do the cleaning bit, everything I cook turns into a disaster. My two older brothers Dylan, he is from Wales, and Angus, he is from Ireland do the cooking. And I have a little brother Logan, he is from Australia. But you know without mum and dad we have to get by somehow, so we support each other and we always have each other's back." Arthur had a small warming smile to make the girls go to high heaven.

"S-so Uh…"

"Is it okay if we…"

"Come back again tomorrow?"

"That would be wonderful ladies~" Arthur said giving a bigger smile, they went back to another conversation laughing happily.

"W-why is he so popular?" Francis asked with puppy dog eyes.

"He is a natural, aru."

"No training needed for him." Mathew added quietly looking at the small group with a smile.

"You aren't forgetting about me, are you Francis?" Michelle asked pouting slightly to have the attention back on her.

Francis gave Michelle a sideways glance that normally made girls swoon but she sat there not reacting to the glance, "Of course not my princess, I am just a little concerned about our newest member."

"Well that's obvious enough." She said to herself but he didn't hear her.

Francis snapped his fingers gaining the groups attention, "Arzur, come here for a second."

Arthur sighed, 'What does the bloody frog want now?' he walked over to him and crossed his arms, "What frog, I'm trying to be a gentleman and you're interrupting me."

Francis only smiled having gotten used to Arthurs sharp tongue already, he motioned to Michelle, "I would like for you to meet someone. Zis is Miss Michelle, one of my regulars."

'Oh, it's that girl who was awfully rude. Best be polite.' Arthur smiled, "Hello miss, a pleasure to meet you."

Francis's eyes widened as he hugged the Brit tightly, spinning them both around, "Oh que c'était si mignon ~ Il était si mignon extrêmement Arzur ~ ~!"

"Gah! Unhand me right now you idgit!"

"Um…Francis maybe you should listen to him." But Francis was to busy spinning and ranting about how cute Arthur was.

Soon enough Arthur got tired of being spun around, "Gilbert! Get me away from this idgit!"

Gilbert smirked and plucked Arthur out of Francis's grasp, "Und I am awesome!" he shouted, but went silent as he saw Arthur wince he held Arthur in the air for a moment observing his face. Arthur stared back confused.

"Uh…Gilbert? Put him down s'il vous plaît? Now come to big brother~"

"No way in hell." Arthur said walking back to his table, "Sorry about that ladies, just had something to take care of~"

"It's okay~" They all replied happily. But none of them noticed the glare that was sent towards Arthur by Michelle.

It was the next day and they were about to open up the club when Arthur heard a splash from the fountain outside, "What the hell was that?" he asked himself as he looked out the window, "Ah! You've got to be kidding me! Damn it!" His bag was in the fountain along with his money and school things, he ran down the hallways toward the front of the school. But as he was running he ran into a very familiar figure.

"Oh, it's you." Michelle said calmly, "Don't think that Francis has special feelings for you or anything. He is only worried about you because you might mess up the club. But remember this, no matter what you do; you will always be a second class citizen." And with that Michelle walked away a smirk of triumph plastered on her face.

Arthur stood by the pool, 'How am I going to get my stuff out without people seeing my-'

"Hey Arzur," Arthur turned to see Francis, "You have nerve skipping out on the club like that."

"Oh sorry." Arthur said embarrassed he quickly turned back to the fountain. 'I have to find a way to get my bag, damn.'

Francis stepped into the fountain his pants rolled up along with his sleeves, "O-oi, you don't have to do that Francis. You'll get wet doing that." Arthur said blushing slightly.

"It's no trouble mon ami, besides everyone says zat I'm dripping wiz good looks~" Francis said walking towards the bag, he picked it up and began walking to a frozen Arthur. "'ello daydreamer I'm talking to you~ You're not falling for me are you~?"

Arthur came back to reality and snatched his bag out of his hands, "In your dreams frog!"

"How did your bag get into the fountain anyway?" Francis said looking the flustered Brit in the eye.

Arthur lowered his head, "Well uh… I guess it fell into the fountain on accident at some point."

At that moment if they had looked up they would've seen the culprit's shadow, looking down on the pair.

Later that day he ran into Michelle in an empty hallway, "Oh it's you again. I heard that your bag fell into the fountain that must have been simply horrible." Michelle said with fake sympathy, Arthur had to grit his teeth to not yell at this woman, 'Why the bloody hell did she talk to me if she doesn't like me?' "And to think you made Francis search that dirty fountain for you." Arthur's eyes widened he hadn't told anyone outside the club members about the incident. "Don't think he actually has something for you."

"I see now, you're jealous of me." Arthur said plainly.

"H-how dare you! Filthy dog! Y-you don't deserve to live!" She was enraged and embarrassed behind Arthur was a marble staircase; both of them took no notice. She pushed Arthur who had not expected it; he stumbled and began to fall down the stairs. 'Shit! Hope I don't break anything.' What he didn't expect was a pair of arms catching him before he hit the bottom of the stairs, he opened his eyes slowly.

There was Francis an expression of worry clearly showed on his face. Arthur blushed but just as he was about to yell at him for not being a girl he felt tears roll down his cheeks. Francis looked surprised but smiled kindly; he looked up the stairs to find Michelle his expression suddenly turned to one of anger and immense hate, "Michelle I hereby ban you from coming to the host club."

Tears fell rapidly down Michelle's face; she shut her eyes and ran yelling, "Damn it! Why are you so stupid Francis!"

Francis turned his attention back to Arthur who was on the borderline of crying and sobbing, he smiled and hugged the Brit in his arms gently petting his head, "It's okay mon cher, your safe."

Arthur nodded hiding his face in Francis's jacket his salty tears staining his light blue jacket. "T-thank you Francis." He said weakly.

"What for mon petit Brit?"

"F-for catching me, I-I thought I was going to break something."

"No problem Arzur, whenever you need help just call for me, okay?"

"O-okay." Arthur smiled and stood up, he froze.

"Arzur are you okay?"

"Uh…I-I… I need a new tie, shirt, and jacket."

"Why mon cher?" Francis asked suspicious, he looked at the Brits jacket and saw the smallest bit of red.

"Uh...So I can have a change of clothes of course w-why else?" Arthur said hurriedly.

Francis nodded and grabbed Arthur's hand, "Come on mon ami, I have a spare uniform you can use." Arthur nodded and followed him.

When they reached the club room the only people in there besides themselves were Roderich, Gilbert, Yao, Alfred, and Mathew. Francis grabbed the uniform and Arthur tried to grab it from his hands but was held back by Alfred and Mathew serious expressions fixed on their faces. "Let go of my you idiots!"

"No Iggy, we know you're hiding something."

"That's right, eh. And we are going to find out what."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Iggy-chan, don't lie I know there is something wrong with you. Right Gil?"

"Yeah the awesome me noticed too."

"Just do what we say, aru."

Francis stepped towards Arthur, the Brit began to struggle, "Let me go you bastards! Let! Me! Go!"

Francis grabbed the front of the uniform jacket, Arthur's eyes widened he began to panic, "W-what the hell are you doing?"

"Calm down Arzur zis is for your own good." Francis slowly began to unbutton the jacket eyes never leaving his own hands.

"Let go of me! I will not just sit here and let you defile me you ass faced Frog!" Francis ignored him and reached for the tie, "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it now Francis! Please!" Arthur was starting to put up a fight; he now had Gilbert, Roderich, Alfred, and Mathew holding him down. "Stop it! You can't see none of you can see!" Arthur began to sob as Francis reached for the top button to his dress shirt, it broke Francis's heart to see him crying because of him, but he had to know. "Francis! Stop it…stop please, please!"

"I'm sorry mon cher." At that moment Arthur's shirt fell to the floor, the host club members gasped in surprise at the sight in front of them. There was Arthur Kirkland sobbing, his chest exposed. And good god they had never seen so many scars on a human body in their life, there was a variety of scars, ones from sharp objects, some were burns, others were fresh and bleeding from the encounter he just had, while others were old.

Francis hesitantly touched an old scar. Arthur flinched at the contact of his skin he was blushing madly his eyes shut tightly, "Arzur who did zis to you?"

Arthur mumbled something incoherent, "Quoi? Arzur I couldn't hear."

"I-It's a secret…don't tell." Arthur said his chin touching his chest. Francis looked up to Yao who only shrugged just as confused as the rest of them. Francis made a motion for Yao to get bandages, the Chinese man nodded and walked out of the room.

"Arzur you can tell me ze secret. Who did zis to you?"

"It's a secret. Don't tell." He replied yet again.

"Why can't you tell me?"

"…"

"Arzur please tell me."

"…he will get you."

"Who? What are you talking about?"

Arthur suddenly began to thrash around, "IT'S A SECRET! IT'S A SECRET! I MUST NOT TELL! DON'T HURT ME I DIDN'T TELL!"

"'old 'im down!" Francis yelled his French accent showing more. They did as they were told, and soon Arthur calmed down. They had bandaged the reopened wounds, Arthur was unusually silent through all of it. Francis spoke up eventually, "Will you tell us now mon cher?"

"No."

"Why?"

"It's a secret don't tell."

"Are you going to be okay Arzur?"

"…don't tell."

"What?"

"Don't tell anyone about this."

"Why?"

"….He will get you. I don't want him to get you."

"Why would 'he' get us?"

"Because you saw."

"Saw what?"

"…scars."

"Alright mon cher we won't tell, just get better okay?"

"Okay."

And since that day no one spoke a word about the incident, and they now shared a closer bond with Arthur.

A/N: Please don't kill me! *hides* I'm sorry for doing that to Iggy! I didn't want to! TT^TT So other than that, did you guys like it? I hope you did, please review and favorite~ The translations should be correct feel free to correct me on it, I don't know French but German is my second language. Well see you guys soon~

Translations-

French-

Mon ami- my friend

Mon cher- my dear

Mon petit Brit- My little Brit

Oui- yes

Non- no

s'il vous plaît- please

mon petit lapin- my little rabbit

Appelez-moi le roi- call me king

moi- me

rapidement- quickly

Si mignon juste comme une fille- So cute just like a girl

Oh que c'était si mignon ~ Il était si mignon extrêmement Arzur- oh that was so cute~ It was so extremely cute Arzur

German-

Und- And