Somewhere in Italy sat a bunch of rather bewildered school children, who quite frankly, had no idea what to do. They had been seated along a long table. Then given no further instruction. It didn't help that the maids and butlers scurrying around the dining hall were giving them hatred filled glares.

"D-Did we do something wrong?" A petite girl asked shakily.

"M-Maybe we sat at the wrong place?" A friend answered.

"I think so, this seems like the main dining hall. Are guests supposed to eat in the main?" Wondered another student.

"No," Osamu said, "I think it's our clothes. They aren't good enough."

"What?" Miyu straightened indignantly, "I wore my best dress today."

She was met with a chorus of agreements from boys and girls alike.

Osamu huffed, "Well look around! I bet that necktie is more expensive than my entire suit." He pointed at a passing butler who glared at him, making Osamu shrink back involuntarily.

Mochida, who was sitting near the end of the table frowned. He had only noticed now, but everyone was wearing suits and dresses. He no longer stood out, even though he had spent the past few hours ironing the suit out again.

"Why are these people so rude anyway? We're the guests," Osamu continued.

"I apologize for the actions of our workers. It is, of course, an inexcusable way of treating our special guests. They are just rather protective of the little Decimo, it seems."

Osamu blushed in embarrassment as the Vongola Nono appeared by the door with what appeared to an escort, before walking forward and taking a seat at one of the heads of the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the maids who had also been giving them the evil eye not long ago, also blush, before bowing in a sort of apology to Nono. A few seconds later, Tsuna entered wearing an orange shirt and a pair of red jeans with his guardians a few steps behind.

"Sawada! You're late! And what are you wearing?" Nezu's nose crinkled in disgust, "Did you not bring any decent clothes?"

Tsuna look back at his teacher in mild confusion, "My clothes? They never said we had to wear formal." Gokudera who was now standing before him in a protective stance nodded, sporting his own green T-shirt which said 'Bang!'

"It's fine. Tsunayoshi, you were right, we never did mention it was a formal occasion," Nono's eyes twinkled with amusement when all the students lowered their heads in something almost akin to shame, "Please take a seat, I'm sure everyone is wishing to dine soon."

With a nod, Tsuna and his guardians sat down on the other side of the table. Once again, like in the plane, Tsuna sat at the head, while his guardians seated themselves perpendicular to him. It was without a doubt that the classmates noticed the new addition to the group.

"Um. Is it just me, or do I see a walking pineapple?" Miyu asked cautiously, looking rather freaked out.

Her friend looked faint, "No, it's not just you."

Mukuro gasped, and turned to Tsuna, "Did you hear that Tsunayoshi? They called me a pineapple! Oh the horror!" He clutched at his heart dramatically, "I'm a pear! Not a pineapple!"

This comment was undoubtedly met with jaw dropping from his fellow guardians.

"Did he get hit on the head on his last mission or something?" Gokudera whispered conspiratorially, "Wait. It must have been an UMA! They must have taken over the pineapple head's body!"

Tactfully, he ignored the male mist's protests of 'I'm a pear!'

Chrome giggled, "He's just drugged."

"Right…" Tsuna had to stop himself asking how. He seriously did not want to know.

The students were looking around in confusion so to put them out of their misery, Nono decided to introduce the apparently drugged man, "The man before you is one Vongola Decimo's mist guardians, Rokudo Mukuro."

Mukuro smiled gleefully when all the student's turned to openly gape at him, "Hi! I'm Rokudo Mukuro, but please call me Pear! Actually, call me Pear-sama!

Instantly, squeals and a chorus of 'Pear-sama's filled the air. Nezu even got up from his chair to speak to him, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Pear-sama."

Gokudera snorted inelegantly into his food.

"Is it just me, or is that the pineapple bastard acting like Byakuran?"

"Hahaha. It's not just you, Hayato!"

No-one heard one of the more timid students ask quietly, "Um, why would someone so esteemed be drugged?"

After the chefs had brought up the food, everyone settled down to eat. The guardians were more subdued today, knowing that there were civilians nearby, and certain that if they made a racket their boss would completely pulverise them. However, as cutlery was handed out among the students, no-one seemed to know what to do with them.

One boy picked up both the knife and fork and proceeded to hold it in the same way as chopsticks. He quickly realized it was wrong, considering that his steak flipped over unceremoniously and splashed gravy into his face.

Nearby to him, a girl was poking at the offending pieces of cutlery cautiously, looking at them suspiciously as if it was some sort of lethal weapon.

Mochida looked at his own set of cutlery. He didn't know how to use it as it had completely slipped his mind that Italy was not, in fact, an Asian country. But then, Dame-Tsuna would mess up enough to make their own slip ups seem tiny in comparison.

"Oi! Look at Dame-Tsuna,"Osamu whispered to him. Mochida smirked, he couldn't wait to see what type of humiliation the wimpy boy would receive. He looked up eagerly.

Only to see the brunet using the knife and fork like he had his whole life. Seriously, it looked as if he was more at home with it than chopsticks! Not that he'd ever seen him use chopsticks, but still!

"W-Wha," Mochida pointed a shaky finger to the boy, "Am I dreaming?" He asked faintly as Tsuna expertly cut up a small piece of steak and popped it into his mouth, chewing on it happily. Nezu had also paused in his meal to stare at his dame-student, eyes bulging out of his head.

"I wish you were," Osamu said, looking equally freaked out. His expression however, hardened, "Tch. He was probably taught the last time he came here. The cheater." Flipping his head away from the sight, he picked up his own cutlery, refusing to hold them the same way Tsuna was.

Silently agreeing with Osamu (as there simply was no other reasonable explanation for it) he turned to his own plate. He however, made sure to carefully copy the brunet's movements until finally, after much trial and error (and even more staring at his clumsy rival) he managed to more or less eat his meal without looking like a zoo animal.

He only hoped that his classmates didn't mistake all the staring he did to the brunet for ogling eyes of attraction. That would just be plain disturbing.

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After everyone had finished up and left for their rooms, a certain blonde don could be found navigating the hallways.

"Bucking Horse?"

The man looked up, seeing the speaker his expression lit up, "Ah, Gokudera! I came to talk to Tsuna, is he free? And I keep telling you to stop calling me that, call me Dino. D-I-N-O.

Gokudera glared at him, "Jyuudaime is in his office." With that, he left towards the training rooms.

Dino smiled. Gokudera was always so dedicated to fighting. He wasn't sure if it was healthy for the boy, but if it meant he and those around him would be safer, he was in no right to complain.

With a small hum of satisfaction, he headed off towards his little brother's office.

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Mini omake~

"Tsunayoshi."

"Hm?"

"Why do your classmates keep calling me Pear-sama?"

"..."

"I am NOT going to answer that."

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Hehe...so... How was it? They didn't serve an Italian dish (I'm pretty sure steak and gravy isn't Italian) because, well...they didn't feel like it. Or maybe it was because Tsuna decided that he wanted to have some steak or something.