AN | Hello! I've been dying to re-write this for some time. Also, I've thankfully taken out the conversations with myself(?) previously in place here, so now there is this: an informative, prim and proper beginning note. If it's not any trouble, please continue to enjoy this as it is now; I'm thankful and appreciate of all the lovely feedback!

"Sawada-dono!" Basil calls through a long hallway of the Vongola mansion, approching the family head.

"Ah," Tsuna turns around to face him and smiles. "Basil-kun, great to see you."

"You too."

"How are you?"

"I remain select," Basil answers. "Through what medium does thou abide?"

"Eh?"

"I am fine. How has thou been?"

"O-Oh," Tsuna appreciates the formal question being simplified; rather than his being 'no good', it's just Basil's habitual way of conversing. "I-I'm alright. But, you know, Reborn's kept me pretty busy lately with his extra training sessions."

"Doth thou beseech assistance?"

"H-Huh?..."

"Are you in need of any help?"

"N-No. It's fine, Basil-kun."

"I see. So long as thou is unequivocal prior to wane my sustenance."

That's just about done it for Tsuna, who looks on in a dull and helpless sense, horrified. He sighs heavily and wonders how to ask Basil to go easy on him with his highly formal dialect. Basil's nice, very nice. But, sometimes, it's difficult to understand him. Truthfully, if Tsuna wasn't already used to hearing the nonsense-like speech, then, naive like is, he could be convinced of hearing an entirely new, put-together language.

"Um, a-ano..."

"Doth thou bear commodity they thirst to declare?"

"..."

Basil, luckily, translates again. "Would you like to say something?"

"Y-Yes! Basil-kun, I...I don't really know how to say this, but...do you think you can talk...a little...different?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, you speak formally all the time and it's hard for most of us to understand you."

"I didn't realise. Sorry," Basil bows, respectfully; the last thing he wants is to be a hindrance, least of all to Vongola's tenth head.

"A-ah, no! I'm sorry for offending you!" Tsuna rushes to apologise for his part: unintentionally discriminating.

"You haven't." Basil rises to stand again, and his sorrowful expression is now a determined gaze. "Sawada-dono, your speech has not gone unheard."

"N-No?"

Basil shakes his head to confirm. "I'm aware that my dialect must be hard for you, and everyone else around me, to understad. For that, I apologise."

"Please, don't apologise!" Tsuna says, frantically waving his arms about and shaking his head furiously. "If that's how you're used to speaking then it can't be helped. I shouldn't ask you to change who you are. I mean, G-Gokudera-kun sometimes speaks Italian, and there's Yamamato's interesting description of things he's really impressed by."

'Though "bang!" and "whoosh!" or even "bam!" aren't nearly as hard to interpret as Basil-kun.' Tsuna thinks, on the side.

"Yes, however," Basil gently debates, eyes lowering in a guilt. "It seems unfair for everyone to have to listen to my 'gibberish' constantly."

"Basil-kun..."

"Sawada-dono, I'm sorry for the confusing words I've been using all this time." Basil closes his eyes and his fist shakily goes tight, disappointed with himself. A moment later, the determination comes back, and more. "I promise, I shall become knowledgeable of another form of dialect so that I can properly converse with you and everyone without trouble."

"A-Ah, right." Tsuna replies, not knowing what else to say. Though he might have, if he'd known of the mishap about to be brought his way.

...

"Hello, Bel, Fran."

"Yo, Tuna-tenth."

"Shishishi, chao, Vongola."

Large portions of paperwork to do with changes with Vongola task forces and squads that were previously neglected were unfairly dumped upon Varia's youngest assassin's, Belphegor and Fran. And after being shot at-naturally, by their own brooding boss-they've arrived at the Vongola mansion to see the young Decimo, who has considerately agreed to pitch in as best as he can despite being told by Reborn that he doesn't necessarily need to handle this stuff personally. 'As long as it involves the family and everyone then I want to be informed about what's going on!' had been Tsuna's words at the time.

Tsuna takes a portion of the paperwork from them, just managing to balance the high stack in his arms. "Thank you both for coming all the way here to deliver these." He appreciatively smiles to them.

"You're welcome." Fran says.

"Yo! S-Sup!" a familiar voice weirdly tweaked greets from nowhere.

Tsuna, Belphegor, and Fran all turn to face the entrance doors.

"B-Basil-kun?!" Tsuna exclaims in surprise with eyes the side of dinner plates.

""Yo"?" Belphegor repeats.

""S'up"?" Fran echoes, equally curious and uncertain.

"Holler, Princey!" Basil stalks over to Belphegor and initiates a fist-bump as best as he can with the other perplexed and trying to resist being touched by a commoner. "You're looking flyer than ever!"

"Hah?!" Belphegor exclaims.

"Froggy! Wassup, dawg?" Basil next said to Fran.

"Dog?" Fran murmurs.

"Um, a-ano, Basil-kun," Tsuna speaks up, knowing that his position means he has to get to the bottom of whatever's happening right now.

Basil smiles at him as if everything's normal, "Yo, VD." he says, then bumps their shoulders together in a friendly manor, though it only relates to his boss as strange and uncomfortable.

"VD?"

"I'm guessing it means Vongola Decimo." Fran says.

"O-Of course it does," Tsuna sighs.

"Yo, VD, check it!" Basil starts to announce. "After all that frontin' you did about my speech-y'know, my vocab and stuff-I went out and stocked up, y'know what I'm sayin'? Ma speech, man, it ain't formal no more. It's fresh! So, you ain't gotta worry about a thing co's I got it all down. No more of that Shakespeare shizzle, I'm talking the real hizzle, you dig? I got it all down, yo!"

Silence.

"What on earth and in the name of Vongola are you saying?" Tsuna, Belphegor and Fran question unanimously.

"You don't get me?" Funnily enough, Basil is confused as well.

"No!" They say.

"Oh," Basil rubs at the back of his head, for a moment, uncertain. "I said that you ain't gotta worry about a thing co's I got it all down."

"Got what all down, Basil-kun?"

"The talk, yo!"

Silence.

"Um, Basil, where have you learned 'the talk' from all of a sudden?" Tsuna asks, cautious. Hopefully, an easy question will reap an easy answer they can digest and understand.

"From some guys up in the hood."

"Huh? The...Hood?"

"Yeah, yeah, The Hood." Basil grins.

Silence, again.

Fran blinks, "Interesting..."

"Ushishishi. The prince thinks you're a fool." says Belphegor.

"Chill, dawg. It's all good." Basil gives him a thumbs up.

Silence.

"Oi, did you just refer to the prince as a dog?!" Belphegor shouts in disbelief.

"You are hairy, senpai." says Fran.

Stab. "Shut up, Frog."

"Yo, them knives be lookin' ace!" Basil cheers. "But, hey, don't be hurting your teammate, yeah? He's dishy."

"I'm...what?" asks Fran.

"Cute~."

"Ah. Well, I appreciate the compliment, Basil-kun."

"Ushishishi, the prince didn't give the commoner permission to flirt with his frog." Belphegor warns, gladly reaching into his jacket pockets for more knives.

"Bel-senpai, you don't own me. I'm not yours."

"Silly frog, of course I do."

"Sure, right..." Fran turns away to mumble, "Idiotic, deluded-senpai."

"Hah? What was that?!" Belphegor barks at him.

"Nothing, senpai~."

Tsuna speaks again, getting everyone back on track with the matter at hand. "Basil-kun, listen," he begins. "About your new language,"

"It's slick, right VD?" Basil smiles, hopefully.

Tsuna wishes it was. He wishes he could smile back at Basil and assure him that yes it's slick, whatever that means-assuming it's a positive adjective. But it's not, so he can't, unfortunately. "Um, no, not really..."

"Say what?!"

'He really might be the most confused of us all!' Tsuna squints, shocked. "Basil-kun, the way you spoke before was confusing, but the way you're speaking now is worse! We can't understand a word you're saying-we can't even try to; that's how confusing it is!"

Bel agrees, "Yeah. Ushishishi. You can't make up words and use them, peasant."

"Senpai..." Fran sighs, and if he was the type to then he would face-palm at his senior's stupidity.

"If it's alright with you, Basil-kun," Tsuna says. "I'd really like for you to go back to your old way of talking."

"...Is that really so, Sawada-dono?" Basil asks, already slipping back into it.

Tsuna nods. "Yes."

Basil stares at him for a while, reflecting. "Very well," He straightens up, swipes a hand across his hair, and speaks normally again. "I shan't speak in such a language anymore."

"I'm glad." Tsuna smiles, brightly, so relieved.

Basil smiles back, to all three of them. "Now, permit us all a secure profound deliberation round a field proceeding from your selection."

The silence comes back, and so do three faces of perplexity.

'I've got to pay attention in english vocabulary class' Tsuna realises in desperation.

AN | I'm really relieved that I've finally, at long last, re-written this and edited out badly written or boring parts. But, honestly...it's present structure now has made me feel like I've written out a Drama CD. I totally agree with what I'm reading in the comments though about how this sounds like it could legit happen. Hehe, well, since I've written this, you obviously know I think so too.

There isn't much description in this, but in regards to what I've said, I think adding so much would dampen the comedic flow. Right? (I hope that makes sense). I also noticed that originally, Tsuna went to the Varia mansion, but it's better to have Belfran come to him (it makes more sense for Basil to suddenly be there as well!).