AnimeAngel200923

 Haruhis twin brother intro 3th pov: It was like any other day in the host club, Honey and Mori was eating cake together with their guests, the twins were doing their brotherly love, Kyoya was typing away on his computer, Tamaki was flattering ladies and Haruhi was talking normally with the ladies while walking around and serving tea and coffee. The club is now over and the hosts are doing like they do every day just talking after they customer’s left, that was until Haruhis phone started to ring. “Hello” she said in the phone “What? I’ll be there as soon as I can”   “Haru-Chan is something wrong&

 “I love the snow.” You said to yourself as you were walking to the house of your friends, the Nordics. You were staying with them while your place was going under construction. You held a couple plastic bags in your hands filled with your purchases from the grocery store. You breathed in the cold air as you smiled. You were about half way to the Nordic’s home when the winds started to pick up. The snow that was picked up in the wind was so thick you barley could see where you were going. “Well there are the bad sides of the snow I guess.” You told yourself as you heard a cracking from above as you looked up seei

 “I’m coming!” You yelled at the teapot whistling with steam coming out. You sighed as you made two cups of tea, two cups of coffee and a cup of (your favorite hot drink). You put the drinks on a tray and brought them in to the living room where you found five of your friends. America and Canada were playing videogames. France was flipping through a magazine. Russia and China were watching the North American brother’s game. You set the tray down as you handed China one of the teas and handed both brothers each a coffee. “Thanks, ______.” America said taking the coffee. “Thank you.” Canada sa

 “What was that?” You groaned lifting your head off your pillow after hearing a crashing sound. You sat up rubbing your eyes before reaching over taking a tissue and blowing your stuffy nose. You were taking care of your six sick friends before you got yourself sick. You slide your slippers on as headed down the hall to see what your friends were doing or destroying. “What do you think you are doing?” You heard a British accent. “It wasn’t my fault dude! The table got in the way.” You heard an American accent. “What’s going on?” You asked with a nasally voice. Both your friends