Well, this is the first and -hopefully- not the last story I upload to FanFiction. C:

Bare with the awkwardness since this is the first time I've written a fanfic in a year, please?

This one was to help people get the gist of what happens in Petter Rabbit. Just in case they never read it.

Warnings: AU, 6927, no smut, possibly OOCness?

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira Amano and Petter Rabbit belongs to Beatrice Potter.


"Once upon a time there were four little rabbits: Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter. They lived with their mother in a sand back, underneath the root of a big fir-tree." The young man read, the words flowing out of his mouth due to the numerous times he read the story. His brown eyes narrowed slightly in hesitation before he spoke again.

"Mukuro, do you really want me to read this again? We read this before." The brunette whined, a pout gracing his features. "If you want, I could go find another book." He added hopefully. Anything would be better than reading this again.

"Tsuna…" Mukuro started off, the look on his face enigmatic as ever. There was a slight pause in his speech where he allowed the grin on his face to grow even wider (successfully sending chills down the brunette's spine). "What do you suggest we read then?" He slowly sat up and began fiddling around in the dim light for something. "I don't think it's possible to read Alice in Wonderland; it seems I have misplaced it."

Tsuna stared blankly at his bedmate as he groped around for their not-so-legal copy. He blinked down at the open book in his lap. He sighed. "Let's just read Peter Rabbit then." He said; the words rushing out like a broken dam. He had a feeling Mukuro wasn't just groping around for the book when he noticed the hand moving closer to his leg.

"What ever you want, my little Vongola," He said, lying back onto his back. "My only wish is that you don't fall asleep halfway through it... like you usually do." A mischievous glint sparkled in his mismatched eyes as he watched his little 'pet' turn a different shades of pink.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't fight off the burning in his face. Especially with Mukuro smiling at him like that. Tsuna said the one thing he had on his mind. "'Now, my dears,' said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, 'you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.'"

The same ever-knowing smirk was still embedded on the older boy's face as he pulled the sheets over their bodies, taking special care to tuck them around Tsuna's waist. The grin slowly faded away into that of a peaceful smile as he listened to Tsuna's irregular story telling rhythm.


"After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new." Tsuna chuckled very briefly at Peter's bad luck before hearing the faint snoring of Mukuro's sleep. Or so that's what it sounded like. Going to sleep so early? Already? He felt like asking the sleeping figure.

The brunette stared down at the ex-convict, his large chocolate-colored eyes softening at the sight of Mukuro's peaceful face. Well, until the mouth twitched into a smirk, triggering the opening of two mix-matched eyes. Red and blue eyes met with brown eyes before the 'pineapple' spoke. "Well? Go on, what happens next?"

The small smile that Tsuna adorned stretched into a larger one. "Peter makes it out safely from the garden." He said, not caring that he spoiled the ending. Well, you can't spoil the ending of a story you already read, can you?

Apparently, Mukuro didn't take nice to that little fact. His thin lips pursed together into an awkward pout before demanding, "Start from where you left off. It's no fun when you just blow the ending like that."

There was a brief bout of the chuckles from the younger male before he read again. "Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who fly to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself." Tsuna continued, relaxing into the pair of arms that managed to find their way around his slender waist.

It wasn't long until he heard soft snoring underlying his words.


"I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter! 'One teaspoonful to be taken at bed-time.' But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper. The end."

He quietly closed the book as not to disturb his sleeping partner. Silently, he laid the book down onto the ground and nudged it underneath the bed, letting it join the others that Mukuro had the pleasure of sleeping to. Tsuna quickly slide underneath the covers, claiming his spot at Mukuro's side. Pressing a hasty kiss to the boy's forehead, the brunette murmured, 'Good night and sweet dreams.' before letting overdue sleep take over him.

Little did he know what his wishes hold in store for Mukuro...