The STUPID Class Trip to Italy

Target 4: Argument at the Airport

A/N: First of all. UADFISDIF9DFHVBHKV CV BSFIVSF VPFV! I CAN'T BELIEVE I ALMOST HAVE A 100 VIEWS. GHGTHGGNJV DKFVDFVPDNF FVPJDV! FOUR AWAY I'M FOUR AWAY FROM A 100. Second of all, I want to thank those of you that have read my story, you have no idea how much it means to me. Third and lastly I made an update on Friday (even though I didn't feel like writing) like I promised. Just to let you know my midterms are coming up and I don't know how often I will be able to update this story.

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"Speaking Japanese"

'Thoughts'

"Speaking Italian" 

Warning:

Incorrect grammar/spelling

Horrible attempts at humor and sarcasm 

Swearing

(New warning) Author rambling in Author's notes. 

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I wasn't Akira Amano so I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I only own the plot of this story. That's it. Sadly...

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Today's the day of the trip to Italy.

Oh, how excited Decimo is to go.

He has been waiting for this all his life.

Not.

This morning instead of a green Leon mallet, he was woken up with the feeling of cool metal pressed against his head. A feeling that the brunet was quite use too, something that he no longer found threatening to him in any way. 'I blame Reborn,' Tsuna thought as he opened his eyes.

A gun.

A freaking gun.

Tsuna was lying down in his bed, in a position that he found comfortable, with a gun pressed to his head. After going getting shot in the head several times the gun seemed to lose it's effectiveness on the teen. The man who was holding the gun to his head was crouched over the right side of the bed, you could feel his desire to pull the trigger.

Reborn seemed to be especially trigger happy, today.

"Reborn what do you want?" Tsuna asked annoyed seeing that he was woken up an hour earlier than usual.

"I thought I should wake you up earlier than usual since the other day you said that you wanted to talk to the pilot and airplane staff," Reborn said removing the gun from the teen's head.

"Oh... that's right. Why did you have to wake me up at four in the morning? The students aren't suppose to arrive at the airport until seven," Tsuna asked as he sat up rubbing one eye.

"Did you forget that you still have a lot of paperwork Dame-Tsuna?" Reborn asked frowning at the brunet, "And just we're going to Italy doesn't mean that you can skip out on morning training,"

Tsuna pouted causing the hitman to cock his gun and aimed it Tsuna head.

"S-Sorry Reborn I'll get to work right away," Tsuna said genuinely afraid of the hitman. Tsuna enthusiastically jumped out of his bed and headed over to his closet to get dressed.

What scared him was not the gun, but the man behind the trigger.

Reborn chuckled as he put the gun away and awaited his no good student's return.
Reborn is evil.

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After Tsuna had finished a stack of papers that was in equaling in height to Lambo, he went onto morning training. Yet another type of hell he despised. After morning training was done, Tsuna took a shower and changed into his favorite orange and white hoodie along with a white t-shirt and black pants. When he was finished getting ready the time read 'six thirty' so he had enough time to make it to the airport before the other students and talk to the pilot and crew.