A/N: Thanks for the reviews, everybody! This fic is so fluffy that it hurts. I usually don't like writing romance, but this isn't so bad. As long as it's Reborn! Anyway, this is the last chapter of Cordially, but I do want to do a sequel (sort've). I would've added it to this story, but it is going to be rated M.

I see Enma as Tsuna's gay best friend in this. I couldn't think of anyone expect Fon. Mostly because Enma would probably need a very gentle lover.

Cordially

The yellow spring sun was peeping through the blinds and casting playful lights across the number one hitman's Italian apartment. It had been a long time since he'd been here. It was still taken care of by the woman who ran the apartment complex. He made sure to pay her a handsome lump of cash. It was still as clean as if Reborn was the one staying there when they arrived. Leon's favorite plant was a lively shade of green. The chameleon was currently sleeping peacefully on one of the evergreen leaves.

A pair of suit cases were tucked away in a corner of the room. A few piece of clothing were hanging about. Tsuna's favorite 27 shirt hung on the back of a dark cherry wood chair. A black jacket was haphazardly tossed on the other chair. It was a small apartment. With only two rooms connected by an arch way. One was the tiny kitchen and the other was the large bedroom with a table and only two chairs. It was one of Reborn's favorite apartments. His actually house was smaller than one would expect coming from a highly paid hitman, but it was still larger than this two roomed apartment. For some reason he was highly attracted to this small little room.

He liked the metal railed balcony that looked out into the water. It was one of the many apartments on a busy Italian main street. The building was tall enough so that the beach and the sea was in clear view.

"Hmm…" A sleepy noisy made it's way out of a slowly waking Tsunayoshi. Reborn was listening to the bustle of the street below and the casual Italian dialect he missed. His bare back was leaned against the wooden headboard. Tsuna's head was rested on his stomach. Her thick head of fluffy brown locks were loose and, as per every time Reborn woke up earlier than Tsuna, the Italian was stroking her hair. Tsuna took in a huge breathe and yawned, blowing warm air against the hitman's naked stomach. She looked up with sleepy brown eyes and a smile. "How was the bachelor's party?"

"That depends. Were there strippers at the bachelorette party?" Reborn smirked.

"There was one dressed as a cowboy. He wasn't that great though. He did give Enma-kun a lap dance. I thought he was going to faint." Tsuna replied, humorously. She was drawing little circle across her soon to be husband's bare skin. "What about your strippers, were they good?"

"No. In fact, the whole bachelor's party was only fun when Mammon and Fon started drunk fighting. Then Colonello wanted to join in. The 'escort girls' got scared and disappeared." Reborn explained. "The bruise next to my sternum is from your dad. He came just to make sure I wasn't being a 'cuckhold'. And wait, Enma got a lap dance? Aren't you suppose to be the one getting a lap dance?"

"First of all, your Tsuna-is-with-another-guy sense would tingle and I would've had a dead stripper to bury. So instead, I put the 'To be married' sash on Enma last minute." Tsuna giggled, shifting her body under the dark sheets. "I'm honestly surprised that Fon-kun didn't burst through the door and kidnap him."

"Fon's not possessive."

"-Unlike someone I know." Tsuna cut off her lover, stretching out her taut muscles. She gave the black haired Italian a kiss before sliding off the bed and into the small kitchen.

"When did you become a morning person?" Reborn chuckled. Tsuna was running around full of energy in nothing but girls' boxers and a blue tank top. The hitman was always an early bird, but his lover was late to get up and was always late. He could think of one reason.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of the coffee machine cut through apartment and the smell of strong espresso filled the tiny space. Reborn just let his feet take him to the kitchen where the brunette was trying up her hair in a haphazard braid. "Tsuna, want me to braid your hair?"

"No thanks." Tsuna shrugged, "The gals are just gonna rip it apart anyway. At least we have until 11 together."

"…Are you excited? You are… happy, correct?" It was weird, but to some degree Reborn was scared that maybe, that the .0000001% chance, that Tsuna would run off. It was a stupid fear, but it didn't seem to matter even though he knew it was irrational. Big pools of melted chocolate shined brightly. The short brunette engulfed him in a hug.

"I love you. I should be the one worrying that you'll get cold feet." Tsuna said against his chest. "I never thought about marriage all that seriously, but I couldn't think of anyone else. Just you. So don't you dare walk out on me."

"That's the last thing you should be afraid of, love." Reborn reassured, softly. He was stroking Tsuna's back, massaging her sides, pressing finger tips against her shoulders. He wanted to make sure that all the touches he laid against her skin showed just how much he loved her and reassured her that he was never leaving her side.

Beep. Beep.

"Oh!" Tsuna detached herself from the number one hitman and busied herself, making the perfect cup of espresso.

(00)

It was like leprechauns were tap dancing across Tsuna stomach. The feeling was too heavy to be butterflies and way too jittery as well. Bianchi was finishing up the last bit of styling on Tsuna's brown hair. It was pulled into 3 braids, two large ones and one small one. The large braids were pulled into a neat bun, pinned down by hair pins and seven glittering jeweled pins, one for every color of the seven flames of the dying will. The little braid started from behind her temple and was attached to the bun. In it were yellow crystals of the sun flame. It wasn't Tsuna's idea, but the family was insistent on doing everything she didn't want. Like a super expensive, extravagant wedding.

"Nervous?" Bianchi asked, spraying down a piece of loose hair. "The whole family is going to be watching." The color drained from Tsuna's face faster than a trauma victim. The artificial blush on her cheeks weren't enough to hid how pale she suddenly became. To the poison scorpion, it was mild pay back for taking who was suppose to be her man.

"Bianchi-chan!" Enma scolded. The red head quickly took Bianchi's spot and placed a hand on Tsuna's shoulder, calming her down. "She didn't mean anything bad was going to happened. If you trip, so what. I-I mean… not that you'll trip! You'll be fine. It's not like you can trip on the dress. O-or maybe you can, b-but that doesn't mean you will!"

"Enma-kun…you are not helping." Haru said. She was sure that Tsuna had practically stopped breathing. "Tsu-chan! Calm down!" Haru grabbed Tsuna by the shoulders and forced her to look into Haur Muira's dark eyes. "Deos Reborn-kun love you?"

"…Yes." Tsuna failed to see how this was helping.

"Do you love him?" Kyoko asked behind Haru and with the same resolve as the other.

"Yes! You know that!"

"Then, tell me, why are we having this wedding?" Haru asked, seriously.

"Because… Reborn and I love each other." Tsuna replied, shyly. It wasn't that she was shy with her relationship with Reborn (maybe a little (a lot) shy), but the word 'love' made her spine tingle and her stomach drop. People say that that was the effect of 'puppy love', a.k.a the beginning of every relationship. Then why did she feel that way? Why did her heart race like a Jackhammer every time she thought of Reborn and 'love'?

"Then, why should anything else matter?" Kyoko gave the brunette a brilliant smile.

Tsuna blinked at her before breaking out into a small smile. "I'm… I'm really going to get married. T-to Reborn."

'Yup!" Haru cheered. "Next, we'll be planning Enma-kun's wedding!"

"Wait! What!" Enma asked, flustered. Talk about being shy in relationships.

Tsuna giggled at the shenanigans that occurred in the bride's dressing room. Haru and Kyoko began to tease Enma about their various plans for his "SUPAH! RED WEDDING!" as Haru said. Kyoko teasingly held up a tape measure to Enma's torso and rambled on about the perfect dress.

Speaking of dresses, the one thing that Tsuna would not let anyone touch or handle was the pure white wedding dress that belonged to her mother. The only thing that was altered about it was the fit. Seeing that Tsuna had a little bit more curves than Nana did, it was important to fit the dress to her size. That was the thing, she couldn't possibly ruin some of the best memories that this dress held. From Nana and Iemitsu to the failed June wedding of Bianchi and Reborn. It was too precious of an artifact to alter drastically.

"Ladies… and Enma-kun, can I have a moment with my daughter?" Iemitsu's voice cut in the hyper teasing and just general fun that the dressing room atmosphere held. Kyoko, Haru, and Enma quickly skipped out of the room, wishing Tsuna whispered good lucks. The brunette stood up quickly and blushed. "You look…stunning. I can't believe you're really getting married."

"T-thank you." Tsuna replied, nervously. "I hope you don't mind that we used kaa-san's dress. I asked her if I could."

"Tsuna. You belong in that dress as much as your mother did." Iemitsu said, proudly. He stared at his daughter for a second and thought when did Tsuna turn into such a lovely young lady? "Speaking of which, don't mind us. We going to cry. It's inevitable."

"Dad…" Tsuna felt a prickle behind her eye. An itch that indicated tears. Oh god, why now? Iemitsu grabbed both her hands and squeezed them.

"I may not have been totally supportive of your relationship-" He did repress the memory of the two of them dating, "-but I want you to know that I'm happy for you and I'll be here for you. I'm still going to probably kill Reborn."

"Dad… Stop. Please. You're going to make me cry. I don't pull off mascara trails down my cheeks too well." Tsuna laughed. Then, in what seemed like the longest time in the world, she hugged Iemitsu. Tsuna hadn't hugged her father in so long. Probably since she was a toddler.

Iemitsu stood frozen for a second before circling his arms around his daughter. He was bawling already. The wedding hadn't even started yet and the bride's father was already in tears. How the heck was Iemitsu going to get through the wedding? Most likely with a box of tissues.

After a moment they separated. Tsuna gave her father a look of fear. "Please, don't let me fall."

"I'll make sure you get to the alter perfectly fine. A-and hand you over to that bast- I mean, Reborn…" Iemitsu was still crying, over exaggerated crocodile tears. He pulled a white veil over Tsuna's face. "Are you ready?"

(00)

A/N: Not to cut into the middle of the story. But these next few happenings are based on poor, last minute research on Italian wedding tradition. For example, Colonello( the best man) is going to be cutting Reborn's tie. It's to raise money for the honeymoon. Usually done after the ceremony, but I'm going to do it before. Cause I can. In the Vongola, it's done just for fun (this is my take on it). As for the iron, it's tradition to ward of evil. Also, the groom will walk his mother to her seat. Seeing that Reborn has no mommy. I had to use someone else. Hehehe.

Also, the cutting of the ribbon and offering of the bloom from the bouquet to the groom's "mother", is also tradition for Italian weddings.

(00)

Timoteo and Reborn walked down arm-in-arm down the aisle. Some of the Vongola members, snickered at the sight. The ninth generation bosses were practically falling over in laughter. The wedding venue was small and only key members of the family were actually allowed to view the ceremony. Most of the guests, over a few hundred of them, waited outside for the ceremony to finish. The number one hitman took the aisle in long strides, next to his mother. "I didn't realize that I was the product of Mpreg, Timoteo."

The ninth boss chuckled in response. "I'm the closest thing to a parent you have, Reborn. You could've chosen Nana as the mother."

"She's from the same family as Tsuna. It wouldn't have worked." Reborn explained, fluidly.

"Oh sure." Timoteo replied, humorously. "Seriously though, you better watch yourself around Tsuna's family. I can feel their desire to murder you. Speaking of which, nice make up. Covered it up nicely." Reborn twitched. He did not need to be reminded of a certain blonde Sawada right now. "You'll be taking up the last name of Vongola, correct?"

"Yes. Tsuna and I agreed on it already." Reborn nodded. It was a seven color wedding. The flower petals scattered around them were yellow dahlias. Each end piece of the seats was made up of each color of the sky. It was like a color wheel, but with only the six guardian flame colors and the sky's orange in the middle of it all. But the seats and other normal garnishes of the wedding was white, trimmed with a variety of the colors. It's not as colorful as described. The little artful pieces of mutli-colors were splotches in the white wedding.

Reborn sat Timoteo on one of the front seats and walked himself to the alter. Colonello was waiting for him with a pair of scissors. Actually, all the arcobaleno were behind him with evil glints in their eyes. But it was the blonde soldier who grabbed him. He quickly went to work on taking off Reborn's black tie.

"Undressing me, already? I thought that was Tsuna's job for the honeymoon." Reborn grinned. Colonello made a face. Tsuna was, to some degree, the little sister they never had. He cut the tie into a few different pieces and held them up. The arcobaleno became in charge of handing them out.

"Come on, everyone! Who wants a piece of the groom's tie?" Colonello announced, excitedly. Timoteo, of course, got a piece right off the bat. So did maman. A few girls and guys were shouting for a piece. Haru and Kyoko cheered loudly. Luce threw them a piece. One to Dino, who was sitting in the second row with Hibari. Mammon threw a piece to Lussuria, who squealed in response. Fran, wearing one of his large hats (this one designed to be Leon's face), was thrown a piece too. Colonello grabbed the last piece. "I get the last! I am best man, after all."

"Should've picked a better best m-" Reborn was grumbling when suddenly the miniature orchestra broke into the wedding song that was going to be stuck in at least half the guests' head. The large ribbon at the front of the venue's gates fell as Tsuna's white gloved hands cut it in a clean line. Reborn stopped breathing for a second. He was feeling the typical sense that every happy guy felt when they saw their soon, very soon, to be wife in a wedding dress.

Oh man, did Tsuna look stunning. Not sexy. Not cute. Just beautiful. The dress fit in the right places and showed off her natural, small curves. She was petite. Next to Iemitsu, she looked even shorter. The bouquet of seven colors, was the only color between her and Iemitsu, other than the glittering in her hair. She took the one sky bloom from the bunch and as she passed Timoteo, Tsuna handed him the bloom.

Iemitsu and her stepped right up to the alter, one little step for Tsuna. Iemitsu out stretched the hand holding his daughter's to Reborn. He took it gladly. The bride stepped up the alter-

When her shoe got caught on the edge and Tsuna totally tripped. It was completely ungraceful in every way. She smacked her front on the wooden floor and a terrified squeak forced itself out of her mouth. As the brunette was used to tripping, she quickly regained composure, only rubbing her forehead a bit, and attempted to stand up. One of her heels dug into a piece of the dress. The heel cracked and completely snapped off.

Reborn grabbed her by the waist and pulled her upright. Tsuna immediately buried her face in his chest. He could feel the heat of her embarrassment. Okay, it wasn't his fault. But the hitman just started laughing. The kind of uncontrolled laugh. It wasn't long before the rest of guests started laughing too.

Tsuna hit him, slightly. "You jerk!" It was a muffled yell.

Reborn took Tsuna's heated face into his hands. "You are just too cute, dame-Tsuna."

"Hm. Maybe father was right. I shouldn't be marrying you."

"Too late now." Reborn chuckled. For the rest of the ceremony, he held her by her waist. After all, he could place the blame on Tsuna's broken heel. That just happened to break. Yeah…

After saying their 'I do's and vows. It was finally time to seal the deal. Funny, in all the years that the two of them had dated, they never kissed in front of others. So their wedding kiss was a sort of first kiss, maybe not for them, but for others it was.

A/N: And that is the end for Cordially! Thanks for the support guys. I'm sorry for the rushed ending. It just felt right somehow. That and I don't knwo much about wedding ceremonies... I've decided that I will write a sequel-ish. It's just because I have to change the rating… And it's not about the wedding anymore. So I guess it is a sequel… ish. I'll post that when it is finished. It's either going to start at the reception or the honeymoon. Or both in one chapter. We'll see!

Thanks again! I hope it was an enjoyable read!