Hi!

I have drawn a poster for Infante Del Cielo. It's in pencil though, but I'll do the line-art later. Maybe.

If you want to see it, go to DeviantArt and search "Infante Del Cielo".

Enjoy!

"Are they all asleep yet?" Primo asked.

The assembled seven all nodded.

"Okay, now we leave the presents for them…right?" Asari piped up excitedly, eyes gleaming.

"Tch, you're more childish than them. Why are you getting so into this anyway?" G snorted.

"It's our first Christmas with kids under the roof, G."

"Okay, let's split. Assigned to the kid in our own rooms."

G and Giotto went down the corridor to Giotto's bedroom, while Alaude headed for the roof and Daemon attempted to track the two illusionists. Lampo yawned, grudgingly following after his boss. Knuckle walked towards the gym, unusually quiet.

Giotto opened the door a crack, peering inside. The shadows of the trees outside Primo's window cast shadows (really bad design, I mean assassins can climb the trees to get into his window right?) on the table where the three lay, bubbles of snot or saliva blowing out of their mouths.

"Isn't it creepy how they sleep with their eyes open? Ouch!" G slammed his knuckles into Lampo's head.

"Shh!" He hissed.

"Okay, let's just place the gifts on the table."

"You should just leave coal for this kid, Giotto." G wasn't even snickering.

"Don't be so mean, G. The orphanage's padre always gave out toys right? Even if we weren't part of his troupe."

"Deh."

"Okay, now let's go set up the mansion!"

The First Generation got busy in the kitchen, making some minute preparations for the dinner the next day.

"Nufufufu…"

"What is it, Daemon? Did you do something wrong?" Giotto always knew the hidden meanings in the man's chuckles. And this was the one he made just before he was about to slip away.

"What's that smell?"

Knuckle used a gloved hand to pry open the the oven's door (the wood one) and gasped. "Daemon, you extremely messed up with the turkey!"

Alaude simply rolled his eyes as if he weren't expecting anything less. "Degenerates always corrupt things, it'd be better if they just get lost."

Daemon's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I know of another bird we can roast."

"OKAY, STOP IT YOU TWO! All in the holiday spirit. It doesn't matter that we have one dish less." Primo said, smacking them.

Giotto lined the shelves with dried fruit, nuts, candles and sweets while G held the rickety ladder still. "Quit making sudden moves, Giotto. It's hard enough because you're so heavy."

"…Should I laugh?"

Finally, three painful hours later, the whole mansion looked festive.

"We did it, guys! All without the help of the maids and servants!" Giotto declared as the rest seated themselves in the main hall. The ceiling was lined with wooden six-point stars and the shelves near tapestries glowed softly. The table was set and a loaf of really hot bread sat waiting for the morning to come, and with it, breakfast.

Knuckle opened the door. "Ah, it's cold out!"

"It's snowing, too!"

"G, look! A shooting star! Let's make a wish!" Giotto cried, tugging Asari and G to the balcony.

"Oh, hell no! We're not doing this again! I still remember what happened the last time you wished on a star!"

"Loosen up a bit, G!"

"No wine this year though, we have children."

"Who says so?"

"HEY! Where'd you get that bottle!"

Mumblings could be heard from upstairs and a while later, all the babies were downstairs, some wide-eyed, some with eyes narrower than ever.

"Buon Natale children!"

"Primo, what are these?" He held up one of the loosely wrapped present the First Generation had left for them.

"It's Giotto, Tsuna. And those are your gifts. Go on ahead and open them!"

"For us?" Tsuna's eyes sparkled.

"Yep! The witch left them last night!"

Mere minutes later, the kids were holding up brand-new clothes. Tsuna had a mantle like Primo's and a pin-striped suit, while Ryohei had trousers and a white shirt. Hibari had a black suit much similar to the one he wore under his disciplinary committee cloak. Chrome had a plain purple dress that matched her eye colour, and Mukuro had a jacket disturbingly like Daemon's. Lambo had a blue jumper and Gokudera received a white shirt and black slacks.

"You should wear them. Not wearing anything but cloaks isn't good in this weather, because it's getting chilly."

"Wow! Thanks for considering us (not sure how this translates from japanese?) Giotto-san!"

"Like Asari said, it was the witch-"

"Tradition." Alaude snorted.

"Oh yeah, Gokudera-kun, do you have it?"

"Yes, Tenth!" He gave Mukuro a sharp look, who just shrugged and tapped the floor, revealing a large a large script.

"We wanted to write you guys a letter as thanks for everything."

"When you think about it, this makes it sound like you're saying goodbye."

"It does? HIEEEEE!"

"Your incessant whining is grating on my nerves, Tsunayoshi-kun." (Doesn't call him Vongola in front of the first) Mukuro said smoothly.

"I-in any case, I'll read it out…"

The letter was flowed with stuttered but sincere phrases of thanks about how Giotto and his guardians took them in, and how they protected them even though their explanations were far from satisfactory; their actions rowdy and blundering. Alaude and G looked completely emotionless at the start of the letter, but were making some sort of weird grimace towards the end as if keeping themselves from smiling or looking touched. Asari and Giotto however…

"THAT WAS SO SWEET! Come give me a hug!" He ignored a few indignant shrieks and loud protests as he drew them into a large hug.

"Aren't the letters kids write around Christmas time meant for their parents though?"

Daemon-being Daemon- had to go and make an inappropriate remark.

"If you ask me, that was really unnecessary and may have upset your parents, whoever they are."

"But that's the problem - no one asked you."

"."

"GUPYAH!"

At the bottom of the script, after paragraphs written in the unmistakable messy scrawl of Tsuna's (In the very least, he tried to write cursive letters) were scribbled

a few signatures.

Chrome's was really light, and had some dots in between like she hesitated because she hadn't signed her name before. Yamamoto's was sloppy and looped carelessly, Hibari and Gokudera's kanji was written in a neat line like on the new year's tanabata, Lambo's was a sticky lollipop stain, Ryohei's was a like a dash of ink, and Mukuro had merely stabbed the paper till the holes resembled the character of his name.

It was later noticed that Hibari's signature was deeply indented into the paper, as if someone had forced his hand, and the side had a small blot of blood. Giotto shuddered when he pondered on the means through which Tsuna and the rest had coerced Hibari into signing the letter ("Your weak little feelings are not mutual, Sawada Tsunayoshi.").

A well-timed ball of snow appeared in a puff of smoke and promptly hit Tsuna in the face.

"GAH!"

"Tenth!" Gokudera scrambled to help Tsuna wipe the liquidy menace off his face.

"Gyahaha! Dame-Tsuna got hit by a snowball!"

"I think it's safe to say it's snowing on our side…"

"Haha! The kid is really amusing!"

The First Generation just watched on, stunned. "What just happened?"

The Tenth Generation were shocked by the spread before them. Spiced sausage, cornbread and other Italian Christmas dishes were laid on the white table.

The servants must've been shocked too. Who knew their masters were able to create such a feast by themselves?

"And so we toast- Buon Natale!" Giotto announced, holding up a glass of champagne.

"Buon Natale/ `! "

They said, clinking their glasses. Then they stooped lower to clink the babies' glasses. Even Alaude allowed himself a glass of wine for tonight.

"Lambo! Stop picking off my plate!" Tsuna held his fork in his right hand to stop Lambo from grabbing another piece of his.

"Lambo-san wants another meatball."

"Is that what you call this? Well, there's plenty of other food, Lambo, so you don't have to do that." Asari said to Lambo gently.

"Geez, you're being too soft to the kid." ( G uses "")

"How'd the witch know we're in the past, though?" Yamamoto piped up suddenly.

The First Generation perked up like rebounding darts.

"Geez, you're way too naive to believe such a thing exists." Gokudera admonished. (Coincidentally, he too used " .)

"Haha, Gokudera just said what G said!" Yamamoto pointed out oh-so-brilliantly.

And chuckles went round the table, some with Yamamoto, some at Yamamoto.

Let's just say the night was long and filled with warmth and merrymaking.

Oh who am I kidding? It was chaotic, messy, festive, and Vongola-style!

"HIEEEE! Gokudera-kun, don't blow up Yamamoto!"

This was slightly hard to write out and I spent the whole day thinking about it so I ended up being a day and a half late instead of one day late…oh well.

I hope you liked it and I wish you a merry christmas (I'm actually more focused on the new year though) and a pleasant new year.

Good night (it's really, really, late at night.)

Bye