Thank you Merrine for giving me this idea. I have decised to make this a multi-chap because I have thought a longer plot. Haha~

So I hope you enjoy this new story I have magically started writing. Please review~ Even if it's a little one, every review counts and they make me so happy~

Silence fell across the room as three men, well; one was a teenager, glared at their new captive. The boy they kidnapped matched all three glares indifferently; his face remained unchanged since the three older males dragged the boy against his will. "Is there any reason why you two morons kidnapped me?" The boy asked innocently, refusing the covered glare from the third, much younger male.

"Oi, peasant," The teen snapped, catching the attention of the boy.

The teal haired child looked up at the blonde, dismissing him yet again, "Sorry, two morons and a fake-prince".

The two older men exchanged worried looks, "Listen, brat," The silver haired man started, immediately shutting up the self-proclaimed prince and the Gaylord. "We were told to get you, because in the future, you're out replacement illusionist".

"Ne, Squalo-tan, can I slice his throat out, since Mammon's still alive?" the blonde prince prodded Squalo's arm with a royal finger, a silver knife in his other hand.

Lussuria lowered the prince's knife, "No, you can't kill the newbie; boss will kill you if you do. It's bad enough we had to go all the way to France to pick him up."

Fran looked up at the colourful man with skeptic eyes, "You mean I'm not in France anymore?"

All three males nodded, "You're here in Italy, where you will stay for the remainder of your pathetic life," Squalo turned to face the door, "But since you're still a child, I guess we'll have you enrolled in a school or something until you're old enough to fight for Vongola Decimo, as a part of the nefarious Varia."

Fran gave a deadpan expression before struggling against the restraints, "Well if you expect me to work for this Decimo guy or whatever you better untie me,"

"Shishishi, such a difficult child~"

~oOOo~

Fran walked down the extensive corridor to his assigned room, passing painting by painting, each framed with a goldish metal, all hanging evenly, perfectly from the large walls on either side of the narrow red carpet that lined the floor. Sighing, Fran adjusted the new hat Belphegor had given him, it was a tad smaller than the apple hat he wore before but it was defiantly heavier. He was told by the Prince that his older self had worn that exact hat since his first day of joining Varia. Fran guessed his older self had a pretty strong neck, with all the extra weight on his spine; Fran just knew he wouldn't get much taller.

Fran grabbed hold of the door handle with his tiny hands, pushing it open with a little more force than he would have liked.

Glancing around the small room, Fran walked in, a little unsure. The walls were painted a light dusty blue, all the furniture was white, in the corner sat a comfortable double sized bed; complete with black sheets and a grey duvet. All in all, Fran loved his new room.

"VOOOOOOI, BRAT!" Squalo's gruff voice echoed through the estate, Fran was scared of being close to the swordsman if he were to yell again, in fear of breaking his ears.

"Haaaaaaaaai, Taichou," the child called back, quite loud for monotone. He dumped the frog hood on his bed and came running down the hall, flying down the stairwell, almost knocking over another small child that looked about half his age. The child was wearing a cow-print jumpsuit and cow horns.

Xanxus looked up from the papers he was holding, to see a highly energetic Fran, practically bouncing off the walls.

Another male looked to Fran then back at Xanxus who snorted, "Ah, so this must be little Fran?" He asked, smiling down at Fran; his anti gravity hair defying all laws of nature.

"Hn..Yeah, that's the brat," Xanxus picked up his glass, taking a sip of tequila.

"Ah, he's younger than I expected…" Tsuna said finally, bobbing down to Fran's height.

Takeshi, Hayato and Ryohei burst into the room, "WE EXTREMELY LOST LAMBO!" Ryohei exclaimed almost slamming the door.

Hayato scoffed, "No, YOU lost him. Don't blame us!" the silverette retorted, pointing an accusing finger at the boxer.

"Ahaha, he's probably just playing a game~" Takeshi added in, breaking up the verbal brawl between the two other guardians.

"Tch, you just think everything's a game," Hayato quipped, turning to leave.

Xanxus took another irritated swig of tequila, "Oi, Scum. Did you have to bring all your guardians with you?" Xanxus asked, reaching for his X guns.

Fran watched in silence, he didn't much like Squalo-Taichou or Boss, he was hoping this dopey, doe-eyed Tsuna kid would take him with him. He seemed much more pleasant to be around than the bunch of lunatics he was with currently.

~oOOo~

Okay, listen up, Brats," Squalo began as he rounded up the children; the temptation to bring out his sword was all too much.

I-pin smiled, dragging Lambo by the tail attached to his suit to come stand in front of the raging shark. "Hai?"

Tsuna clapped his hands, smiling nervously, "Okay, everyone, sorry about this but we will be staying the night here with the Varia…." He paused to look to Hayato and Takeshi before continuing. "B-because Giannini is having troubles with out flight back to Japan.."

Bel clicked his tongue in annoyance while Hayato growled something about stupid knife bastard as Takeshi laughed casually as he always did. Fran looked up at Takeshi innocently, "Why are you laughing?" the young male asked, "What could be so funny about staying overnight in a place filled with people who want to murder you in your sleep?"

Tsuna sweat dropped as he imagined Xanxus coming after him that night trying to shoot him in the head. "A-aha…Fran-chan… What would make you think that?"

Fran gave a deadpan expression before throwing a pillow at Tsuna, making the clumsy teen meet the floor. "Because," He sighed, "I'm only ten years old and I already want to kill you and your annoying guardians".

Wincing, Tsuna sat upright, grabbing the pillow to use as a shield incase anything else was thrown at him, "W-why would you want to kill me?"

"Because you're annoying. You and your pathetic guardians treat everything like a game. But I guess you're allowed to mess around freely, waste time all you like because you ship off all your dirty work to Varia to be taken care of. You may, under whatever right you want, be my boss but that doesn't mean I shouldn't not want to kill you."

All eyes turned to Fran.

"See, Bel. I told you we got the right kid," Levi prodded the Prince.

Bel grumbled handing over twenty Euros.