this is a oneshot [edit: was] that is being worked on although i guess it could be left as this, i have a couple more elements that i wanted to include. Vaguely (tints/smigins of) 8059.

When visiting Italy, it never crossed Gokudera's mind that he would have to act as translator. Nor did it factor in just how annoying it would be.

For the previous two days he had had barely any free time, constantly being called out to translate for the menial of reasons.

Like for Ryohei's midnight training sessions. No, not for asking directions but for explaining to irate prima donnas why there was such a ruckus in the alley and to protect people. Protect people because, predicably, some of the locals wanted to have a 'friendly' spar with the boisterous blond after an hour of his so-called extreme training. Gokudera was there to see to it that no such sparring occurred.

Tenth's orders.

Or, like having to accompany the baseball-freak out to breakfast. To lunch. To afternoon tea. And then to dinner. In the most inappropriate places (didn't the dumbass know that the private booth in the back of a dimly-lit pizzeria wasn't a place for two men to be seen eating together?). It seemed the incongruous idiot couldn't learn a couple of phrases if his life depended on it, despite his respectable pronunciation and knack for new words.

Worst of all was chaperoning Hibari who, in the half Italian boy's head, had no decent reason to be there especially if he wasn't going to be protecting the Tenth. The amount of situations that delinquent got himself into within hours of getting off the plane really grated on the Italians nerves.

And his pockets. His sorely money deprived pockets

At the moment he had a limited allowance, thanks to Bianchi discovering his mother's trust fund for him and freezing it until he was 18. His frown deepened and he grinded on the cigarette releasing chunks of tobacco into his mouth. Dammit everything was one huge goddammed conspiracy. His time spent self reflecting came to an end as baby Lambo ricocheted off of I-pins tiny foot and he was force looked around the full room, to check up on everyone, skimming the faces of the people hopelessly uneducated in the beautiful language of Italian. Where on earth did all of the native speakers disappear to? He would do anything to have Reborn, Dino or even Bianchi here with him at the moment.

It was 11am and they had spent the better half of the morning preparing to go out on their first real Italian sightseeing adventure, now that everyone had gotten over jetlag and settled into the hotel. On the agenda was to get as much out of Sicily in one day as possible, as they didn't know when Reborn was planning on introducing the tenth to the Cosa Nostra which was the inevitable outcome of this trip. Though, looking at his boss, Gokudera got the niggling feeling that the soon-to-be-head of the Vongola family was being gullible again and taking the Reborn's vacation to Sicily at face value. Twitching his brow and clenching his eyes closed, this time it was Gokudera's foot that sent Lambo flying at Yamamoto, who (luckily) caught him in time. Another twitch as he opened his eyes, seeing the laughing Japanese boy holding the sobbing, snotting and generally irritating broccoli monster (screw his baseball reflexes, being able to catch someone that easily was just creepy).

As a shadow passed over Gokudera's face and the silver-haired boy started seething, Tsuna decided to speak up and get the metaphorical ball rolling. "Hey everyone, guys, GUYS, we should ah go now, ne Gokudera?" His eyes looked over to see the expected change take over his self-proclaimed right-hand man who was now grinning exuberantly and holding both his thumbs up.

"Si, andiamo!"1.

… Eh? Tsuna took that as a yup, no attempt made at a translation, and smiled back before returning to everyone else.

"The minivan has been waiting" a quick look at the clock made him laugh sheepishly "for 10 minutes already haha, lets not keep them any longer".

1. yes, let's go (thank you babel fish-sorry for all you Italian understanders out there in advance, I've never had a lesson in Italian in my life so I can fix it up if there are incorrect tenses or feminine/masculine muck ups. If it were Japanese, no problem but it's not so yeah…)