Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. If I do, the characters would be shirtless all the time.

AN/: All
conversations were in Italian.

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Xanxus never give a damn to whatever his slaves were doing, as long as assassination missions were completed
niftily. He enjoyed the silence these past few days that had been blessed to him—suspiciously, it started not long
after the pimp Vongola boss arrived in Italy—and he was still provided with the best bull meat and the crunchiest
beansprout. Those pathetic excuses of subordinates were off the hook for now.

However, Xanxus became extremely concerned, or fucking pissed in his fabulous vocabularies, when the meat
delivery was late by three point two seconds.

Xanxus' lion was ready to eat Belphegor's head off when the phony prince mentioned the shrimp.

"It's Vongola Decimo's fault," Belphegor said, neck deep in the animal's throat. Xanxus, imagining the imbecile grin
on Belphegor's face, commanded his animal box to clamp down his jaw. Only the muffled, pained trademark laugh
of Belphegor answered his demand of why. Fucking trash. Forget it; Xanxus would check it out himself.

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The Vongola mansion did not change a lot since the last time he was in. There was a certain lively aura surrounding
it and Xanxus could hear yells of VOOOIII, thunders, and animals. The guards were but all cowering in the sight of
him but did nothing to stop him, which was curious, since the last time he went here, he killed pretty much everyone.
And kidnapped their boss.

Xanxus followed the familiar voices to a big oak entrance. When he opened the door, Squalo had a whole turkey on
the tip of his sword, a cow was crying, and Lussuria was sprawled across the dinner table (he didn’t even want to
know why or how).

Reborn was the first one to notice him.

"Xanxus,"

Silence greeted him, and the turkey fell comically from Squalo's sword. Xanxus ignored the cries of "BOSS!!!" he
was receiving and the scums' hands that were moving rapidly towards their weapons; glaring at Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"Ah, Xanxus-san,"

"You don't use honorifics here in Italy, Useless-Tsuna," Reborn scolded, throwing a fork to the shrimp's head.

"Xanxus," Tsuna tried again, for some unknown reason blushing. Xanxus folded his arms and swept his gaze
throughout the room, finding it very suspicious that everyone was practically jumping in their seat just to hear Tsuna
spoke. "Vuoi unirti a noi per cena?*"

Xanxus snapped his jaw shut after unconsciously gaping.

Wow.

Just, wow.
It must be the sexiest. Accent. Ever.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's Italian sounded like someone whispering sex-phone talk right on his ears, and every roll of 'r'
giving off an unhealthy dose of pheromones. Cue naive smile after the plump lips closed—and the shrimp sparkled,
background behind him suddenly full of flowers on a meadow. He fucking sparkled. What was he, a freaking
vampire in a rabbit skin?

"Xanxus?"

There was a seductive hiss on the 's', and a puff of rosy lips when he pronounced the 'u' whenever Tsunayoshi called
his name. God, how Xanxus wanted this erotic noises on his bedroom.

"Ci si può--" Tsuna tilted his head (great, now Xanxus started addressing him only Tsuna), seemed to be used to the
bloods flowing out people's nose. Xanxus watched fascinatedly Tsuna's arousing way to struggle with his Italian:
extravagant use of tongue twists, the twirl of every lick, and excessive sound of suggestive 'hhh' for every word that
ended with vowel. "-sedere dove si vuole?**"

Xanxus would not get a boner. He would not get a boner in front of these people who would gladly cut his dick right
away if Xanxus showed some sign of attraction to Tsuna.

"Xanxus?" Damn it. He would NOT get a-- "Stai bene***?"

Tsuna might have just spelled s-i-n with his tongue.

-boner.

Mission failed. Fuck.

No wonder his people loved to visit Vongola every day.

end.

Translation from Google Translate:

* Do you want to join us for supper?

** You can sit wherever you like.

*** Are you okay?

AN/: This idea has been running on my head for several days now. Stupid, really. I hope this is funny. LOL. The
Italian sentences belong to Google Translate. I can’t speak Italian. Ha, I barely speak English (need a beta here).

Oh, and I wish I have livejournal and active on it. There are too many scanlation groups that demand member to be
active (wails). I love you guys really for the hard work, but my internet is limited at home… (sobs).

© fitha.