Title: I Didn't Ask for This!

Author: Ayano27

Timeline: Post-Rainbow Arc

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira

Summary: [A Rewrite of A Trip to Italy with Class 3A!] Tsuna just wanted a normal life. He didn't ask to be the heir to the most prestigious mafia famiglia in the world, he didn't ask to get a spartan tutor from hell, and he was sure he never asked for a school field trip to Italy of all places! DAMN IT REBORN!

Chapter 3: I Didn't Ask for a Fancy Jet Ride!

Tsuna's right eye twitched and he was pretty sure he was gaping at the sight in front of him. He barely registered the awed voices that escaped his classmates and Math teacher's lips upon the sight of the absolutely big and grand private jet with the large golden and blue logo of the Vongola Famiglia painted upon its body proudly.

Of course, of all things the Vongola could get for their flight to Italy, it'd be a fancy jet of all things. From how big the jet was, Tsuna wouldn't be too surprised if it had at least two floors. Yeah, considering the Vongola's wealth, that did not sound too farfetched, especially if they had the money to sponsor a whole school to various countries in the first place.

Still… wasn't this just a little bit too much? Tsuna would be fine with just a normal plane, in all honesty.

"Whoa… this jet sure is big and cool…" he heard one of his classmates, Sasaki Hajime, commented, a little bit quietly, probably because he was still far too overwhelmed. "And we're going to ride this thing? Just how rich is the Vongola…?"

"I wonder if the other classes are also using this jet type to their destination…" Fukuzawa Hinako questioned, still staring at the jet with wide eyes behind her pair of red framed glasses. She even had to rub her eyes and adjust her glasses back to make sure that she was really seeing what she was seeing and not just imagining things.

"Isn't this a bit too much though?" And Tsuna wanted to cheer because at least someone agreed with him, despite that person being one of Tsuna's more unpleasant classmates, Aoki Daichi. "I mean, a jet this fancy… what is the Vongola made of, gold?! Does the Vongola CEO shit bars of gold or something? No one can be this rich, right?!"

Unless you were in the mafia and was the boss of one of the cosa nostra's most prominent famiglias—but there was no way Tsuna was going to tell them that. That would scare them. Even if it didn't, his classmates but his friends wouldn't even believe Tsuna's words, anyways. Who would want to believe the words of a dame, anyways?

"What are you saying? This is just one of the Vongola's older jets. The new ones are far fancier and sleeker." Reborn cut off their discussion before it could get any further, sounding a little bit annoyed by their too easily overwhelmed personas, probably. "Now get in line already. We're on schedule right now." He all but ordered.

Noticing the darkening atmosphere (because none of his classmates were that oblivious), they all immediately lined up properly, making two lines of boys and girls. The class representatives led them into the plane in an orderly fashion, far be it for them to leave a bad first impression, even if the boss of the whole Vongola wasn't here to see them.

Tsuna was a bit relieved to see that the inside was pretty much normal… well, as normal as a private jet can get. It seemed that the passenger seats and the rest of the plane were divided by a wall and a door behind the last rows of the seats. If Tsuna had to guess, what was beyond the door was a room where they can relax and have fun while waiting for several hours before they arrive in Italy.

He sat in between Gokudera and Yamamoto, both whom looked excited to go to Italy. "Juudaime, are you excited?! We're going to Italy!" the silver haired storm guardian asked, his green eyes were sparkling at the idea of being in his homeland with his dearest boss. "I will definitely show you the wonders of Italy, Juudaime!"

As long as there wasn't anything remotely connected to the mafia, Tsuna was fine. Maybe the trip could even be a normal, study trip.

… Who was he trying to fool? No one would believe that if they knew what Tsuna knew.

"Gokudera, can I join?" Yamamoto butted in, the smile that was always on his face seemed to have gone wider because of the excitement he was feeling.

As predicted, Gokudera's personality turned a whole one hundred and eighty degrees in reply, the bright smile turned into an angry scowl and the sparkles in his eyes disappeared in an instant. "Haa?! Why would I want you to butt into my private Italia tour with Juudaime?! Go find your own tour guide, baseball idiot!"

"Aww, but aren't we friends?" Yamamoto protested with no heat.

Tsuna couldn't help but chuckle at his best friends and guardians' antics. Their usual banter lifted up his mood, if only a bit. He found himself worrying less about the whole trip.

They all went quiet when the sound system pinged and the voice of the captain welcomed them. To Tsuna's relief, there was no mention of anything remotely related to him and his guardians. Reborn must have warned them not to address him so publically with the civilians here. After all, their purpose of bringing Tsuna and his classmates to Italy was to protect them from an enemy famiglia's attack, and while the Vongola had thoroughly checked their backgrounds, they couldn't be too careful to let something damning slip, even if it seemed miniscule at first.

Tsuna also had to be grateful that none of his more violent guardians, barring Gokudera, was here in the plane with them. Tsuna shuddered to think what would happen if they were here. They'd probably never make it to Italy in the first place, because once Hibari and Mukuro were in the same vicinity, a fight would have broken out, and Ryohei would join in, much to Tsuna's misery.

If they'd been here, they would have destroyed the plane, and if they destroyed the plane, guess who had to handle the paperwork? Not them, for sure.

Fortunately, they were on a different plane ride, not a same one either. Well, at least not Hibari.

… Tsuna was then reminded that since as Reborn had informed him beforehand, his guardians would all be in Italy with him, which meant that Hibari and Mukuro were going to live under the same roof, which meant fight would break out, which meant property damage, which also meant paperwork that Tsuna had to deal with.

In an instant, Tsuna's previously cheery mood darkened as he banged his head softly to the back of the seat in front of him in misery.

His life was never going to be easy, huh?

To Be Continued

A/N: DON'T SHOOT!

I come bearing a new chapter as a valentine gift for all of my readers! Thank you for being patient with me by waiting for this new chapter to be out! I'm also grateful to those who have taken their time to read, favorite, and followed this fic! To be honest, I am not that satisfied with this chapter, as it feels more like a filler chapter than an actual one. TwT)

If you notice, I made Tsuna's classmates less… well, less dumb, because I've noticed in many class trip fics that the authors made Tsuna's classmates incredibly oblivious and sometimes even acted downright rude in front of the Vongola people. We all have to remember that they would have tried to act in their best attitude in front of influential people, if only to put a good first impression to the person they want to impress. Plus, Japanese are generally polite and respectful? I don't know if I'm just stereotyping or not, but from what I've read and heard, Japanese tends to act polite and respectful, especially in front of a new company, so acting oblivious down to the point of being rude is somewhat… weird to write when it came to Japanese, so I decided to make them less dumb.

That might just be me though. Sorry if I offend anyone by saying this .

Once again, thank you for reading this fic! You guys are the best, and buon san valentino to you all, mi amico!