So I did something really annoying; I forgot to tell you that a couple chars will be really OoC for a while. That'll fix itself eventually (I hope), so please bear with me. Mostly Japan, though.

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Inwardly sighing, the brown-eyed man leaned back in his chair and watched his companions bickering amongst themselves. Two, both blond, argued ceaselessly over one thing or another, be it the attitude of the taller one, the shorter's cooking, or even opinions on the weather. Shaking his head, black locks swung to and fro in front of his face. Himself, the two arguing ones, along with another, quieter blond, a brown-haired man with a ponytail, and the Italian man with a silly grin on his face, with his brother. The group of them had gotten together to just relax and have a day off, but it wasn't going well so far. Hopefully something interesting would happen.

He soon ate those words as a great thud was heard in the corner of the room, where the quiet one had been standing, all but forgotten. At once, everyone stopped their conversations and turned to look at the corner. They each blinked several times, some with mouths agape, to stare.

Where mere moments before, nothing had been (or so they thought), there was now a mound of various children, no older than 15, piled atop each other and shouting angrily in Japanese.

"What did I say about letting Giannini tune our weapons!"

"Don't get cocky with me." A loud smack.

"Everyone, get off of me. Now."

A laugh, followed by a sharp, "You-! There's nothing to laugh about!"

"Aw, it's okay, isn't it?"

"I'd say this is the number one weirdest thing to happen to us yet."

"Boss, are you okay?"

Suddenly, all the noise stopped as one of the children, noticeable by the large brown mess that was his hair, realized the presence of several adults in the room. He squeaked in surprise, and the entire mound grew silent.

That was, until the black-haired boy on the bottom of the dogpile calmly decided that, he had had enough of being crushed, and now felt like fighting. Throwing whoever he could get his hand one bodily at the wall (it happened to be the brown-haired one), the others quickly took the hint and scrambled to get off. Standing up, the black-haired one dusted the non-existent dirt off of his black pants with distain. Then, glancing down at the blond man on the floor (no one had noticed him until now), he huffed, realizing that he had fallen unconscious from being landed on.

A kick to the head, intended to try and relieve the battlelust welling up, quickly changed that.

Immediately sitting up, with no visible signs of damage, the man stared at the other with wide, violet-colored eyes. Then, he began yelling (or rather, loudly whispering), something in English, pointing to his head, then the white bear held in his arms, then his jacket, and then to his attacker. Not understanding, another kick sent the blond back to the floor, along with a third kick for good measure.

Obviously resisting the urge to laugh, one of the other blond ones, the shorter one with messy hair, walked up to his brown-eyed companion and whispered something in his ear. Nodding, he stood up, toying with his jacket collar, and walked over to the children, smiling. "Hello," he greeted them in flawless Japanese. "Might I ask who you all are?"

Strangely, each child exchanged a split-second, sharp glance with another, and seemed to go on the defensive, tensed and wary. Coughing, the messy-haired brunette, leaning against the wall he had been thrown against, answered cautiously. "... a group of lost kids..."

"Well, I can kind of see that, no offense."

Sighing, the brunette gave the smallest shy smile. "Er... none taken. M- My name is Tsuna... the others can introduce themselves if they want to."

"Tsuna... that's a nice name."

"Th- Thank you..."

"Ah! Before I forget..." Fishing something out of his pants pocket, the older man flicked what looked like a clip to the blond on the floor. The blond caught it, and hastily attached it to his jacket collar, removing a similar one and tossing that back.

"Thanks," he called quietly.

At the sudden change in the blond's language, the black-haired boy stiffened and prepared another kick. "If you can speak Japanese," he scowled, "Speak it in the first place!"

His eyes narrowed as he found that his kick had been blocked by the older raven, who had somehow crossed 7 feet, gotten into a defensive stance, and blocked the kick with his hand in a split-second. Smiling dangerously, the man stood up. "That's because he can't speak Japanese," he stated ambiguously.

Tsuna, recovering from his collision with the wall, walked over and tugged at the older raven's white T-shirt sleeve. "What do you mean?" he asked, thoroughly confused. "He just did."

The man's smile widened the slightest bit. "He's actually not," came the reply, "He's using a translator, just like the rest of us." Nodding to his companions, they each brushed a hand across their front, to reveal a small clip, attached to a collar, a pocket, or a shirt. "What you're hearing is whatever he's saying, translated into your own native language. Which reminds me..." the man walked back to his chair, where he had a blue bag, not unlike a schoolbag, sitting. Digging through it, he picked out a Ziploc, containing several more clips. Then, he handed the bag to the brunette. "Here. Each of you should take one; just clip it to your shirt or something."

"How does this even work?" Tsuna asked.

This time, it was another man, taller, sporting straw-colored hair with a cowlick, blue eyes twinkling cheerfully behind his glasses, that answered. "Finally!" he grinned, elbowing his black-haired companion. "Now I can actually join the conversation."

"I'm surprised that you were able to stay silent for so long," came the reply.

Before any further conversation could be said, the shorter raven cut in sharply, adjusting the black jacket that hung loosely on his shoulders. "The herbivore told you his name," he said, eyes narrowing, "But isn't it common courtesy for you to tell us your name as well?"

A dangerous smile playing on his lips, the older one retorted, "I could say the same for you... but you're also right." Bowing, he quickly shot a glance at the straw-haired one. "Kiku. Kiku Honda."

Catching the look, the straw-haired one clapped Kiku on the back. "Hahaha," he laughed cheerfully, "Kiku~ You're always so formal! I'm Alfred F. Jones! And the 'F' stands for Hamburgers!"

"That doesn't even make sense," the shorter raven growled, "I, Kyouya Hibari, will bite you to death for that." Crouching into a fighting stance, he whipped a pair of metal tonfas out of somewhere. He was about to charge, when Tsuna held him back by the arm.

"Hibari-san!" he whined, "Y- You can't fight in here! You'll break something"

"... Fine." Moodily, Hibari lowered his weapons down to his sides, obviously disappointed at being denied the chance to fight someone.

Surprisingly, Kiku gave a small laugh. "If you want a fight that much," he smiled, mud-brown eyes narrowing the slightest bit, "I'll give you one." A sheathed katana seemed to instantly appear in his hand. Then, he jerked his head toward the large window, facing an open grass lawn. "Outside though; come on, I'll show you all out."