"Must I have to do this, Mom?" A small Irish kid said as he was holding onto his brunette Italian mother.

"Yes dear. You must begin to start 'their' fates. Otherwise, the worlds will once more again fall apart," she replied with a soft smile as the kid just hmmp'ed at her answer.

"But Okaa-san-" the boy began to say as his mother just cuts him off with a stern look of hers. He just shuts his mouth then squeezes his mother's hand lightly. "Fine. Let's being a new game with our 'Vongola Decimo', Mother. How shall we do this?"

"Let's us try this. Let the boy be the holder of the set, but he must hide from 'him' for he hasn't gotten his revenge on us yet," she explained as she holds out her hand, free one, toward to the location on the globe before them. It was pointing toward at Japan, almost as if it was beckoning to it. The boy held out his other hand, but he was holding a umbrella in it. He points the tip of it, directly on the location of the town called Namimori.

"Of course, Mamman. After all, 'he' has never really given up on his quest hasn't he?" the boy asked cheerfully as his mother just squeezed his hand in response, a small upturn of her lips.

"Yes. Now, let's keep fooling 'Uncle' while we find ways to save the boy," She added once more, being more cryptically than needed as the boy just giggles then moves the tip directly over the town's dot, his mother hand moving in circular motion as dark grey flames comes out of her hand, engulfing the point of the umbrella.

"After all, we are the true Earthlings of Earth!" they both said cheerfully, the boy tapping the name as the mother began to laugh.