Ouran Highschool Host Club x reader (x hetalia)

Chapter 3- The whore Club?!

Class ended with a boring note just as (f/n) excepted, but now she was walking to this 'Host Club'. Apparently after asking some kids directions (more like backing them up against a wall, and than forcing them to give her the answers) the host club was on the other end of the school, third door.

Putting her earbuds on with her Ipod on shuffle. She begins walking toward the other end of the school. No one even dared to look at her, they just ran the other way. (f/n) rolls her eyes ever since she started dressing like this, everyone judged her. Turning, the corner, she started humming to the song playing, I'm Not a Vampire by Falling in Reverse (sorry if you don't like them, but I do), till she came to a door with a sign above the door that said music 3. Opening the door she enters, and almost chokes on a rose petal.

Hacking up a lung (f/n) manages to get the rose petal out of her throat. Looking at the people in the room steaming mad, she sees a sheepish Haruhi, and laughing twins with a couple of other people. Stomping over to the twins (f/n) punches the one on the right.

"What's so funny!? I could of died by a f*cking rose petal. That is not the way I want to f*cking die you b*tches."

After punching the left twin, (f/n) looks around the room, only to stop at a few people she doesn't know. A short blonde kid, a tall black dude, a guy with glasses, and a prissy looking blonde guy.

"Hello princess." The blonde guy came up, and kissed, or at least tried before (f/n) punched him.

"Dude, ever heard of personal space." (f/n) asked, but without noticing her Ipod fell out of her hands, playing the current song, (It's been past 3 minutes BTW) Teenagers by My Chemical Romance out loud.

The whole merry band of guys looked surprised at the music, except the blonde guy who was in his emo corner. "What it's not liked I wanted you to listen to my d*mn music." (f/n) snapped quickly turning her Ipod off, and putting it in her pocket.

The glasses guy opens his mouth of speak. "Miss (f/n) language please."

"Hey, how did you know my name!" (f/n)'s voice raises in suspicion. "Miss (f/n) I know everything about you."

(F/n) takes a step back. "Sh*t, this club is messed up."

The short kid ran over to (f/n). "(f/n)-chan since you're new you must have no friends. We'll be you friends right?" The short blonde guy said to the tall dude with the black hair.

(f/n) awkwardly pats the kid's head. "uhh, thanks? Anyway what's a host club."

The 'emo' corner guy waltz over to (f/n). "The host club I where rich-"

(f/n) interrupts him. "The short version, I have a feeling that you have some long introduction to this club."

The blonde guy pouts, and yells. "Mommy, she's being mean!"

The guy with glasses rolls his eyes. "It's a place where we entertain rich, young girls."

"...You're whores!?"

The host club looked at (f/n) in horror, well most of the host club, well most of the host club, the twins were laughing their asses off.

"Well...No. Not exactly." The guy with glasses said.

"Okay...but can I get your names, I don't want to call you the guy with glasses, the shortcake, the tall one, and the princess dude." (f/n) said slightly calming down.

"I'm Honey-senpai! I'm the Lolita type. Oh, and this is Mori-senpai! He's the silent type." Honey-senpai said rambling about cake.

I'm Tamiki. The prince type." He pulls a rose out of nowhere, but stays a respectable distance from her.

"Miss (f/n), I assume you already know the twins, who are the devious type. Then you know Haruhi who is the natural type. I am Kyoya, the vice president, the cool type."

"Okay...I you guys just go on with your job." As (f/n) says that, as she slowly backs up not noticing the small porcelain tea set from the qing dynasty. "I'll be going now." She turns around on her heels knocking down the tea set in the process.

"Oh, sh*t." (f/n) turns sheepily around, "that tea set was cheap right?"

Haruhi shakes her head slowly. "No...You have the money to pay for it?"

"Maybe how much was it?"

"Miss (f/n) that was 1,000,000,000 yen, or in American dollars-"

"Stop I don't want to hear it, so is there a way I can pay you guys back, like pay 7.50 a month for a couple of years, or something?" (f/n) crosses her fingers together hoping that she can.

" Maybe, but that would be more work upon me." Kyoya stated. "but we do need a dog, so you'll be the Host Club's dog."

The world shattered in front of (f/n)'s face. "...F*ck!...So what do I do exactly."

"Just sit on the couch tell someone needs you. Now get in position."

What the f*ck did she just get into.