Kyoya paced one of the smaller classrooms at Ouran. He couldn't help but think of the mayhem that had changed everything. Who could have gone to so much trouble to plan against the personifications without letting him know? Not that he was plotting against them, necessarily.

"It's not like anyone can control them... I just have connections..." He paced some more, taking in the entirety of the past few weeks. It was only more confusing if anything, and the point of having these plans was falling apart. Why did everything have to happen now?

"Mr. Ootori?" He turned to the caller on the other side of the room. "Of course, pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Honda."

Kiku bowed and took a seat across the table from the one Kyoya took. "Excuse me, why did you call me here, Mr. Ootori? Don't you have other business?" Kiku asked skeptically.

"No, no. I'd like to think of this as my first priority. We have a special connection, am I correct?"

"Yes, I have business with your family. However, I don't necessarily have that sort of connection with you individually, if that's what you are thinking."

"But you're still here?"

Kiku sighed. "I accepted because I felt that this was merely a business-related trip, not what you're planning, Mr. Ootori."

"I'm not planning against you, though. Don't you realize that, Kik-"

"Mr. Ootori, please do not refer to me in such a familiar way. I am fully aware of what you're thinking, and I came to warn you not to get ahead of yourself. You are still a high school student, and your family situation makes it unlikely that you will acquire a position higher than me, I'm afraid. There are more important matters at hand anyway."

Kyoya furrowed his brow, tightening his hands around the arms of his chair. "And I assume you know how those more important matters came to be? Since you think it's more imp-"

"We may not know the cause of this new situation, but that doesn't change the importance of it. I know you only care about me and what I do, but America is still missing, and no one knows why... I don't suppose you know anything about this, do you, Kyoya Ootori?" Kiku shot a glare at Kyoya, only to be met with the glare of his round glasses.

"I don't understand the question. Are you accusing me of kidnapping him?"

"This isn't an accusation, merely a-"

"If you know my plans, and why it involves you, you would know that I have absolutely no interest in your friends. His abduction should be considered a relief to me, actually, so I have less people to deal with. It only becomes a hindrance when you use it as an excuse to make me think again, in fact." His seemingly pleasant smile began to falter slightly as he finished his sentence.

"What if the same thing were to happen again? I'm sure you would be pleased, then, if every other person I brought with me were to disappear the same way?"

"No, they aren't any of my business."

"Mr. Ootori, please, I must leave soon. I advise you, though, to think more carefully. If you are only focusing on me, you're going to miss the rest of the picture. Even if you succeed, your style of vision right now will make your possible future as an heir to your family less likely. I'm surprised; normally you aren't this narrow-minded..."

"I am not being narrow-minded, Mr. Honda." Kyoya hissed. Kiku could feel the tension in each word. The nearly-silent sentence was his way of all but shouting at the island nation.

Kiku sighed and stepped back."Sometimes you can look at one detail with so much enthusiasm that you fail to see the entire picture, Ootori. Think about the entire situation. I understand that you think that I am completely under your jurisdiction, but remember that I am only supposed to be loyal to your father, and even then I am allowed to act according to what I think is right." With that, the Asian nation left the room, seemingly more confident that Kyoya had first noticed. There was no way that Kiku thought that he could talk to him that way. The Ootoris were above him, so he couldn't, right?

Gilbert cleared his throat. Somehow the fact that three men - Francis, Antonio, and himself - were alone in a smaller-than-average teacher's lounge with a pretty young girl didn't help in this situation, especially since said young girl's pretty brown eyes were locked on the trio with precision. If looks could kill, the three of them would have been six feet under the ground by now.

"So what you're saying is that these comic book characters are depictions of you?" Haruhi said, finally showing slight signs of giving in to their story.

"Yes, yes, we're sorry those awesome comics have confused you, frau." Gilbert interjected before she got the chance to object for the umpteenth time.

"Si, the artist used us as inspiration!"

"Probably because our faces too magnifique to go unnoticed~"

Haruhi leaned back in her chair reluctantly. "So it really has nothing to do with the fact that, just like these characters, all of you just happen to share looks and nationalities with all of the main characters in the comic series and anime? And that each of you comes from a different country and speaks a different native language?" Clearly she was still as unfazable as before, if not more.

"Why do you care anyways? I mean, it's none of your business as long as you get an education, right?"

"Mr. Beilschmidt, it's come to the attention of the student body that one of our teachers is missing, and I've been curious about you the whole time. I'm not going to rat you out or anything because we could help you find him."

Francis straightened in his chair. "What do you mean 'we'?"

"I mean the Host Club. Plus Kyoya's acting weird, and we think that's connected to you somehow." Haruhi stated matter-of-factly. "You seem mysterious, the way you resemble the characters and all, but you also act differently than most of our teachers. Sorry to say this, but all of that kind of makes you stand out."

In front of her, Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis remained silent as they took all of this in. Would it be that obvious if this went on?

Antonio was the first to speak. "What would you do if we said that we were those characters and that there is something beyond our control happening right now? How would you help?"

"Any way possible, I guess. We're pretty good at keeping secrets to ourselves after all. And we could also be there for moral support. No one should have to deal with something like that alone."

"Alone? What do you mean?" Francis tried, but something inside him had already given up.

"I know we're only high school students, but whatever caused Mr. Jones to disappear might come back, and we'd like to help you whenever it happens again. "

"And Mr. Ootori?"

"I don't know what to tell you. Something tells me he wouldn't necessarily like making negotiations with you, but I'm doing this because I know that the members of the Host Club have grown to like all of you over the past few weeks, and we wouldn't want you in danger. We want to protect you."

Hey guys! I really hope this story isn't getting too dragged out... I've changed the direction a lot since I first started writing it, so that's probably why ^^

Anyways, I have some new ideas/ish about new stories. The first one I'm thinking about is more of a collection of CountryxHuman drabbles like Jeanne/France, PruFritz, etc. Requests are open if you have one!

The next one might be an Avengers/Hetalia crossover just for the heck of it, but I'm not as sure about that one. If I do start that one, it would probably start after this story ends (just cuz I can't handle getting plotbunnies for two hetalia crossovers at once)

So if you like any of those ideas, let me know? I'm more likely to do the first one sooner, so PM me if you have a request~

I'm sorry this A/N ended up so long. I seriously didn't mean for it to come out like this, whoops~