Chapter one: Bye to the old, hello to the new.

Haru watched as the male in front of her tensed up. She knew, she knew he was going to be mad at her. No, frustrated. But she couldn't take it anymore, all they ever did was argue and pretend everything was alright. She was tired. She needed to get away from him, or she was going to lose her mind. She shifted back and forth in her blue polka dotted dress, so she could at least think of what to say. The dress he got her for her 15th birthday...

"Haru..."

She sighed audibly and turned away from him. She couldn't face him at all for what she had to say would be totally against her character. But she couldn't...not with college in her future...the short haired girl put a hand on the wall so she could hold herself up.

"...no...H-haru-chan can't do this anymore... "

She closed her eyes and felt tears coming up. She wasn't even sure if she even felt anything for him anymore. He was never around and when he was they would rather be with their friends than each other. She would bake him sweets and he would simply shrug them off. She would invite him over to "study" and he would refuse to cuddle with her. Refuse. It's like them being together was just a joke to him, a bet that someone threw on him. Yet, he seemed so shocked to even hear this from her.

She had enough. Haru clenched her hands into fists and took a deep breath, firmly planting her feet onto the ground. She heard his breath quicken as if he was worried. First time he ever shown that emotion towards her.

"Haru-chan...H-haru-chan wants you to be happy...she wants to be happy too...she wanted to be happy like Kyoko...but..." She sobbed gently into her hands, then turned swiftly and glared at him with a tear stained face. She inwardly smiled inside as she watched his gorgeous sea green eyes widen in surprise.

"...it's over Hayato-san. Haru-chan doesn't want you anymore."

And with that she stormed out the bomber boy's home, leaving him as surprised and angry as he was before.

2 years later...

The Japanese woman smiled as she took a deep breath. She couldn't believe it, she was finally accepted into the University of Florence to continue her studies. Haru looked around in excitement and watched the other new transfer students look for their new rooms and such. She had to get hers but she could wait. For now.

She picked up her backpack and her cute little roller suitcase and began to walk to a nearby bench. She just got there on an early morning flight, meaning that she was more than simply exhausted. Haru then sat on the bench and laid on it slowly, sighing in content. She finally did it, the first female in her family to achieve college and leave Japan. How exciting is that?!

"Okaachan would be so proud of me," she mused sleepily as she giggled silently to herself. Her mother, of course, does know of the acceptance but couldn't watch her off due to work. So instead her family and friends watched her off the day before.

Well not everyone...

Haru sighed and cuddled herself, which made her now shoulder length hair get into her face. He didn't come, her ex. The one person who she truly, deep down wanted to come to see her off. Yet he didn't show. She whimpered gently as she remembered all the times she went to his things and all the times they...

"NO!" The girl exclaimed loudly to herself as she sat up, causing some other students nearby to look at her. She, of course, didn't even notice them and looked up into the sky with a sudden flame of determination. She smirked as she felt the gentle Italian breeze brush across her face, as if it was supporting her brand new promise/decision to herself. "Haru can't be sad about this anymore! Haru was 17 when we broke up! We didn't even go out that long," the girl's smirk grew as she felt herself becoming more and more empowered by admitting these things to herself.

"Haru's in Italy now, she's worked so hard to get here! Now she can fulfill her dreams of becoming Japan's next best-"

"Uh, cosa diavolo stai facendo? Non vedete quanto stupido sei qui fuori urlando a te stesso?*" Haru stopped and stood up, to see a girl staring right at her with a very confused face. She felt her face totally flush from embarrassment when she suddenly realized she was speaking in Japanese to herself the whole time. And she didn't know very much Italian than from what Reborn and Tsuna taught her. Still, it was useful. Now if only she could remember how to say hi...

"Ah, Ciaossu!"

"...che cosa...?"

Awkward silence. Haru's never been more embarrased in her entire life! Apparently, Reborn wasn't right about how to say hello in Italian since the girl who's clearly of this nationality is staring at her like she has two freaking heads! The japanese girl looked down and gripped the edge of her cute little skirt, which had a decorative flower pattern all over it, and shuffled her converse boots against the ground. Yeah she was pretty freaking embarrassed.

"...Do you speak English?" The girl suddenly asked in a full on italian accent. Haru gasped and looked straight her, her eyes showing the current embarrassment she held.

"Uh...a little?"

The girl smiled and giggled, obviously amused with Haru's accent, which caused her streaked hair to bounce up and down. "Well, that's good. At least I can communicate with you." She walked over and smirked, crossing her arms against her dark denim vest and leaning on one foot. "You're not from here are you?"

Haru blushed and looked away. "Well...no, I'm...uh..."

The girl giggled again and held out her hand. "I'm Celestina Orsino. It's alright if you don't know much Italian, all the transfer usually only know Ciao." She smiled as Haru shook her hand, and then finally began to laugh. "But I never heard of that before! What is that anyways...?"

"U-uh...Reborn-sama always says it...o-oh and Reborn-sama is...he's my...my friend!" Haru smiled and blushed gently as she shook her hand, since she was probably confused. Celestina smiled and giggled, dismissing Haru's thought of her being confused.

"Well, then. I'm not sure if I know him but...welcome to Firenze, the most magnifico place in the world!" She smiled and held her hand gently, leading her toward the main building. "I'm sure you haven't even seen the amazing art in the world or the most delicious food in the entire world!~"

Haru giggled as the girl dragged her along, finally making the promise in her head. She was now in Italy! She didn't have anything holding her back or any friends worried about her safety or whether or not she'd get kidnapped...she didn't even have to worry about seeing him. These next two years, she could just worry about herself and the wonders of Italy. And now nothing could stand in her way of being the world's best baker!...well first Japan's.
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*That was Italian (using a translator), which is basically what Celestina screamed at Haru. I'm gonna provide the translations for you so you can see. NOTE: All wording may not be exactly how it should so don't get mad!

-Uh, cosa diavolo stai facendo? Non vedete quanto stupido sei qui fuori urlando a te stesso: Uh, what the hell are you doing? Do not you see how stupid are you out here screaming to yourself?

-che cosa: what. There's more than one way to say what but that's just the way I chose for now. Research will come!

Well Idk how I feel about this fanfic but it's pretty okay so far. XD I don't own anyone (or place) but Celestina. Review so I can see where to go with this~