The New Host [OHSHC x Kuroshitsuji]

America

Three days of hell. I'm just kidding! It was just okay. But the three days were kind of weird. You had Starbucks or McDonalds all three days. And it tasted like grease. Honestly you wanted to be back home. But you weren't, so you might as well enjoy your time.

On the first day, you went into a SuperTarget for the first time. The cart escalator was so cool. You wanted to be in awe. But no. You were dragged along. Every day there'd be compliments, like "Hey cutie!" or "Dang." or "Hey, s'up?" And the accent too. It made you want to laugh. But you didn't; you actually kept your cool. However, Ciel didn't.

You see, every day was the same eye that kept squinting in rage. And oh my Satan, it was hilarious. I bet even the Devil was laughing. He wouldn't do anything, especially because in America he's kinda tiny. In Japan, everybody's short so it's fine. But here, there were people here that were six feet tall. He wouldn't even be seen. Matt and Tobi would laugh all the time.

Oh and Sebby? He's with his "friend" Claude again. You ship it, don't you?

So on the third day, the compliments crossed the line. You were on the beach, in an (anime) tee shirt and denim shorts. Like any other person on a hot day. But you guessed these people were rude? You were standing, with the weird hibiscus tea in your hand. Then, you felt a hand on your butt.

Since Japan taught you "ALWAYS BE NICE AND COURTEOUS NEVER BE R00D" you kindly turned around. "Sir, what are you doing?" You english wasn't too good. He smiled. "Just trying to get someone." He winked. "Sir, I have a boyfriend and I don't think he'd like it. Could you stop?" Oh man the demon you was starting to come out. "I don't think he'd mind shar-"

"OH I THINK HE WOULD. WHAT THE HELL? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? WHAT EVEN DUDE? ARE YOU DRUNK?" The guy said "Beat it kid. You ain't getting your share." Then the stupid brother came over. "YOU AIN'T GETTIN NO SHARE. RUN ALONG. GOODBYE. SAY YO NA RAH. BYE FELICIA." You facepalmed. "You guys..."

"We wanted to protect you (y/n)~sama!" You sweatdropped. "You need to stop hanging out with those Karasuno boys... Nishinoya and Tanaka?"They nodded. "Okay." You sighed. "You're worse than Hikaru and Kaoru."

Coming into your apartment. OH this must be what heaven feels like.

sorry for being so short there was no ideas please request some stuff this ouran summer is gonna be like oneshots (no lemons you're only in the first year of high school)