The STUPID Class Trip to Italy

Target 3: Reborn's Crazy Italian Test

A/N: I honestly didn't think that my story would do so well... but I have gotten almost 40 views in a few days! Just to let you guys know that this is the longest chapter that I've written so far, around 3000 words or so. 

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"Speaking Japanese" 

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"Speaking Italian"

Warnings:

Incorrect grammar/spelling

Horrible attempts at humor and sarcasm

Swearing  

A/N: Action!

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It had been five days since the group of students have been told that they were going on a trip to Italy. Surprisingly all of the students had turned their waivers on the first day, so Tsuna had not signed the bills for the passports for nothing.

Tsuna is currently lying down in bed comfortably as a fedora-wearing hitman loomed over him with a Leon mallet in hand. The hitman looked over to the clock and smirked seeing that in one minute he would he his student with the mallet if he didn't wake up. The clock changed from four fifty-nine to five o'clock exactly and so the hitman swung down the mallet that should have made contact with the brunet's stomach.

But it didn't.

Tsuna rolled to the left avoiding the mallet as he lazily opened his tired eyes. "Reborn," Tsuna said as he sat upright in his bed and yawned, "could you let me sleep in for once?"
Reborn looked slightly disappointed that he was unable to hit the young Decimo. Honestly, torturing -er- training the young brunet was Reborn's favorite part of his day. He found it absolutely hilarious to watch Dame-Tsuna react to the situations that he throws at him.

Tsuna, unlike the wide awake Reborn, started to get the feeling that he had fallen in love with his bed. It was the only thing in his life that didn't cause him any misery or pain...yet. His limbs felt heavier than lead and his mind seemed to refuse to work. This was all because of Reborn's tripled training, which Tsuna must say, had him reconsidered what hell was like. Since Reborn's training seemed to be worse than his initial thought of hell, thus making him wonder what hell really is like.

Tsuna came back to the conclusion that Reborn was Satan himself.

"Do I really have to go for a run this morning? Can't you let me sleep just for a little bit?" Tsuna asked knowing what the answer would be.

"No," Reborn said as he kicked his student out of bed, "Now hurry up and get ready, we don't want Ryohei waiting,"

Tsuna picked himself off of the floor where he had landed after the fedora-wearing man kicked him. He got ready as quick as a half-dead man could get ready and slowly walked down the stairs to go meet with Ryohei.

Reborn kicked him down the stairs for being slower than a sloth.
Once outside Tsuna walked over to Ryohei, who was waiting for his boss while fist pumping, and prepared himself.

"ARE YOU READY TO GO ON OUR EXTREME JOG!?" The boxer shouted causing the birds to fly off into another direction. At times like these Tsuna was glade he had his hyper intuition.

"As ready as I can be, Onii-san," Tsuna replied sluggishly. If the boxer noticed Tsuna's tiredness, he completely ignored it an continued to go on about 'EXTREME' things.