Nana Sawada didn't often get the opportunity for rest and relaxation. So going to Italy to visit her normally busy husband had certainly been a treat. Tsuna and his friends had promised to take care of the house and themselves, and surely they couldn't get into too much trouble. So she had placed her trust in the responsibility of her son and his tutor and packed her bags.

Now it strikes her that her son was like a magnet for trouble and however responsible and sweet he was, disaster followed him like white on rice.

If the soap bubbles leaking out of the laundry room are any indication, Lambo has failed at his attempt to wash his own clothes. There is a putrid smell wafting out of the kitchen, likely created by Bianchi's latest experiments. Papers litter the floor. Upon closer inspection, they are identified as Tsuna's latest tests; none of the grades are higher than a thirty-five. Spilled soda coats the floor, there are ripped bits of what looks suspiciously like somebody's clothes. Bullet holes line the walls, also probably Lambo's fault. Reborn always hits his target.

Despite the mess, it's eerily quiet in the house. A quick check through the rest of the house, which is in no better condition, reveals that the normally noisy occupants of the house are not dead, but merely out and about. Or the corpses may have been moved, Reborn always struck her as an odd child and very well may have snapped. Hopefully everyone would come back alive and well once the day was over.

Nana tucked her suitcase away in the closet and went to grab the mop. She had a lot of work ahead of her after all. At the end of the day, it would be worth it to see the relieved smiles on her beloved family's faces.