Iemitsu walked into the kitchen to see mountains of food and Nana was still cooking more. "A-Ah, Nana, don't you think you're making too much—"

Giotto put a hand on his shoulder stopping him. "She was just taken out of her home along with her children and placed in a new environment with a fully stocked kitchen and several bookshelves with nothing but cookbooks. Just leave her be."

"Why you…!" Iemitsu growled, turning to face Giotto. "Don't tell me what to do with my wife!"

"She isn't causing trouble like the kids and she's not at a place where she can just make herself at home; taking care of people is how Nana relieves stress. When she's like this, the best thing to do is to just help out; she'll move on to something else like laundry or cleaning then." Giotto only said, pushing past Iemitsu and moving to strain some spaghetti for Nana, who smiled. "Ah, thank you, Gio-kun!"

"No problem Maman," Giotto responded. "What're you cooking now though?"

"Ah, I was just about to move on to desserts!"

"Sounds nice, I haven't made biscotti in a while!" Giotto said, moving the spaghetti to a plate and pouring the sauce on it, grating some parmesan to go on the top.

Nana just then seemed to notice her husband. "Ah Honey, Gio-kun is a big help isn't he? Ah can you go check on Fuuta, Lambo and I-Pin? I think they might be lost—oh, and do you know where Tsu-kun is?"

"Tsuna's finishing up on his shower, Maman. We both fell into the fountain outside. Tsuna's probably looking for Lambo and the others by now."

"Ara, ara. I see; he's such a good big brother. He's apparently been getting along with Xanxus-kun too, isn't that right, Ho...ney..." Nana trailed off, seeing Iemitsu had already stormed off. Giotto noticed the troubled look on her face along with how her hand gripped the ladle turned into a fist.

"Maman, I think the soup is going to burn!"

"Oh! Thank you, Gio-kun!" Nana said, stirring the soup to keep it from burning. "A-Ano, Honey really does want us to live here, h-huh...?"

Giotto's body went rigid. "W-Well, he wants you and Tsuna and the rest to live here. I'm probably going to be sent back to Japan."

"A-Ah, I-I see..." Nana said.

"Maman, if you don't mind me asking, do you like being brought to Italy? Do you miss Japan?"

"Well, I don't like it very much. Japan was my home, and I loved Namimori and the kids loved Japan too; especially Lambo."

Giotto nodded. The small, afro-headed boy lived Japan after seeing the darkness of the wrong Italian streets and being brought back to Italy was not by any means a good idea.

"Well, I'm going to try and talk to Iemitsu and have him reconsider all of this, alright Maman?" Giotto asked, trying to console the woman. She smiled at him gratefully.

"Thank you, Gio-kun," Nana smiled.

On another side of the house, a silver haired boy stumbled into the house, bleeding profusely and a hand gone. He stumbled and fell to the polished floors. "V-VOOOOIIIIIIIIIII!" He shouted, knowing his stupid jerk of a boss would come to see what he was throwing a shit about now.

Instead, a skinny brunette, whom he has never seen before ran towards him and gasped before going in to help him up.

"A-Are you ok? Wh-What happened to your hand?!" the boy stuttered. Squalo glared at the boy. "Who the hell are you?!"

"Sawada Tsunayoshi; oh god, oh god, oh god, we have to get you to a hospital!" The boy stuttered. He looked around for anyone and frowned when there was no one; not even that bastard Iemitsu. He turned to Squalo and removed his shirt while trying to stem the bleeding of the stump that his hand once was. He noticed there was blood on Squalo's shirt too. "Is there another cut…here...?"

Tsuna popped Squalo's shirt open to see the wound he thought was there and found that the skin was fine.

"VOOOIII! Are you stupid?! This blood ain't mine!" Squalo shouted, vaguely pointing at his bloody button down. "How are you here if you don't even understand; I just killed someone, you damned retard!"

Tsuna froze at the words and stood up, backing away, looking at Squalo in fear. "Y-You're a murderer...?"

Squalo made a sound of annoyance and stood up before rolling his eyes and leaning against the wall so he wouldn't fall. "Why the hell are you in Vongola HQ if you don't even know the people you're around?" Squalo asked. "Of course I killed someone, that's what people in the Mafia do!"

Tsuna felt his breakfast in the back of his throat. "The M-Mafia... V-Vongola HQ?"

Squalo rolled his eyes. "Dumbass, yes, this, Vongola HQ, the headquarters of the strongest mafia family in the Italian Mafia."

Xanxus was making his way to the scene and noted that the trash was talking to the shark. He then saw the trash stumble and fall in a faint. He glared at the shark and grabbed his hair angrily. "You damned shark; what the hell did you do?!"

"VOOOIIIII, you tell me, shitty boss! All I did was tell him about the Mafia!"

Xanxus blinked. "Wait... He didn't know?!"

Xanxus wasted no time in tossing Tsuna over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, pulling Squalo up with one hand as he looked dizzy from lack of blood and dragged them over to one of his father's studies where he knew Iemitsu and Timoteo and his Guardians were having a meeting. He kicked the door open and tossed Tsuna at a couch and Squalo at another, never mind the fact that their bodies collided into the Sun and Lightning Guardian respectively. He pointed at Iemitsu angrily.

"You fucking trash! You didn't tell them about the Mafia?! This one," Xanxus said, dragging Tsuna's unconscious body up by his hair (his shirt was still wrapped around Squalo's arm), "Fainted as soon as he heard about the Vongola from that fucking shark!" Xanxus growled out, pointing at Squalo, who Ganauche was trying to call an ambulance for.

Timoteo blinked. "Iemitsu, I thought you told them about the mafia?"

"If I did, they never would've came with me and Nana would've divorced me years ago—"

Xanxus ran forward and smashed his fist against the man's cheek. "Idiot! They should know how dangerous each day is when they live here; what were you going to do, wait until one of them got assassinated or held for ransom or kidnapped and tortured?! They should know how dangerous it was to come here—they should know how dangerous it was to be with you!"

Iemitsu grit his teeth. "No one knows they exist—"

"They would take them exactly for that reason," Xanxus growled, "They would think that they're important enough to hide so killing them would have cause strife, you dumbass!"

"...What...?"

There was a clang as a tray of food slipped out of Nana's hands and on to the floor. "M-Mafia? W-What's going on?"

Lambo, who was behind her along with I-Pin and Fuuta, began to cry. "No! No more mafia, no more Italy! I want to go back to Japan!"

Fuuta took Lambo into his arms and left with I-Pin next to him, assuring Lambo everything would be fine. Nana looked at Iemitsu in shock and then she saw Squalo, who was missing a hand and bleeding profusely and took a step back. "I-I'm going back to Japan with Gio-kun and the kids. Iemitsu, who are you? What, what do you do? I am leaving with my son!" Nana cried out, taking a step back and moving to take Tsuna from Brow Nie, who handed the skinny boy to her as she ran off.

Giotto was in the middle of folding some laundry when Nana returned. "Ah, Maman, you're back-what happened to Tsuna?!" Giotto shouted, standing up and picking the boy up. Nana cried.

"I-Iemitsu was in t-the Mafia?!" Nana cried out. Giotto frowned and nodded sadly, putting Tsuna on the couch.

"He's the outside advisor of the Vongola. When we were kids it was decided one or the other would be the Outside Advisor, head of the CEDEF. The position was supposed to be mine, but I didn't want to get involved in the mafia. So Iemitsu took it, never mind the fact he had a wife and kid."

"Gio-kun," Nana started, "I'm bringing Tsuna and Lambo and Fuuta and I-Pin home to Japan. Can you help us?"

Giotto looked at his sister in law and smiled. "Of course Maman,"

"Xanxus, please wait here while we bring Squalo to his room," Timoteo said to the boy, who nodded. Xanxus put his feet up on the desk and picked up a journal from his old man's desk. He flipped around to a familiar date; the one where he was taken in to the family.

About five minutes later, he threw the journal out the window furiously.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? He never knew my mother?" Xanxus said, glaring at the family picture on the desk. "I won't…even have a chance to be the Vongola Decimo!?"

Timoteo opened the door. "Xanxus, what's wrong—"

"I'm not Vongola blood!?" Xanxus asked infuriatingly. "I can't be the Decimo!?"

Timoteo frowned. "Well, no…I was planning on making you the future CEDEF head or the boss of an assassination group, but—"

"But nothing," Xanxus growled out. "You knew since the day we met and I found out about the Vongola that I wanted to be the Decimo; that's why I trained. To inherit the seat from you!" Xanxus growled out. He could feel his flame of rage glowing between his fingers and he ran past his father—now, he knew, a stranger, and to a certain shark.

Timoteo sighed. "This wasn't supposed to happen like this."

Meanwhile, at the other side of the mansion, Reborn was watching, quite condescendingly as the Outside Advisor was begging his wife to talk to him.

"Nana, please just listen!"

"No, I heard all I needed to from Gio-kun; you left us all those years and haven't visited once just so you could be a part of the mafia? How could you!?" Nana cried sadly. "I don't even know who you are; just let me take my family back to my home!"

"Nana, I can't let you do that—"

The woman turned and slapped Iemitsu's cheek before stomping off. "I'm divorcing you!"

"Nana!"

Reborn looked on like it was some sick soap opera.

Tsuna blinked his eyes awake and Giotto smiled. "Tsuna, are you alright?"

"'Tou-san, we have to get out of here!" Tsuna yelped. "That man, Iemitsu, he's with the mafia, one of the teens here is a killer; he came here with blood all over him—oh god, what if they're all killers?! We have to get out of here, 'Tou-san!"

Giotto hugged Tsuna. "I know. The job was supposed to be mine, but I refused. Iemitsu chose the mafia, but I wanted to live a nice, quiet life so I took care of you, and the little ones. He missed out on so much. Watching you kids grow up, us becoming a family together, he missed it all. But Tsuna, Iemitsu isn't just going to let you go."

"…Huh?" Tsuna muttered.

"You see," Giotto said. "Iemitsu can get divorced by Nana, but he's with the Vongola, so he can make it so Nana gets no custody. So the only way I can do this—the only way we can do this, is if I fight him for the seat of the Outside Advisor and win. Then Iemitsu will lose power and he can be out of your lives. But so would I." Giotto finished, hugging Tsuna. Tsuna gripped Giotto.

"No, 'Tou-san, there has to be a better way to do this; I don't want to lose you—"

"Tsuna, I love you, and I will visit every chance I get, unlike Iemitsu, but to get him out of your lives so you can go back to Japan happily is if I do this—"

"Then we won't be a family, though!" Tsuna cried out. Giotto smiled sadly and kissed Tsuna's forehead before getting up.

"I know Tsuna. But this way, at least there won't be any unwanted people in the family." Giotto said, voice just barely above a whisper.

Tsuna cried silently until he heard a roar of "TRASH!" from the supposedly soundproof walls. He got up and ran outside to find Xanxus, arguing with the teen from before.

"Xanxus-sama!" Tsuna called out, knowing some butt-kissing might butter the teen up. "So you know any way I could get Iemitsu fired or either hate me enough to not want my custody?"

Xanxus looked at the boy in front of him that was obviously giving signs of submission, keeping his arms and legs slightly open and his neck tilted up so he could have a clear shot if he wished.

It didn't do anything to calm his rage though.

But it did make him think on how he could use the brat.

Xanxus gave a feral smirk. "Trash, I got an idea…"