Summary: Feliciano always loved his brother. Lovino just didn't always know exactly what that meant. 2Ptalia-verse, with one-sided Itacest, hints of Spamano, Prumano, GerIta, and various pairings.
Warnings: Character Death, Cannibalism, violence, and strong language.
Firstly, I'd like to say that I don't know very much about the 2P!characters, so I am shaping most of them into how I picture they would be reverse-excluding Germany, who I'll be leaving in his 1P!version for reasons. The appearances I'll give are mostly from what I've seen the characters drawn like by various artists, such as miaman and multiple ask-2P blogs on tumblr.
Also, I myself am not very good at writing fics such as these, but after looking at just a few pictures online, such as the one i chose as the cover which frankly started it all for me, I developed a small plot which I hope to work on and finish by summer's end. Updates are whenever I can make them possible, and reviews/critique is warmly welcome.
Without further wait, I give to you: Accidents.
-Santana.
"Ugh, Nonno, why do we have to go in the stupid woods?"
The young boy kicked rocks as he, his older brother, and his grandfather all trudged up the small hill not too far from their house into the woods. It was cold, the boy was cranky, and all he really wanted was to eat and go to bed. Whose big idea was it to take a family camping trip in the first place?
"Oh, cheer up, Feli," He looked up as his older brother grinned, "The woods isn't so bad."
Oh right, he smirked, it was that dumb brother of his, Lovino. The boy always thought his brother smiled too much, told too many bad jokes, and ran his mouth more than he should. Despite all that, he somewhat looked up to him. After all, no one really messed with his big brother, so maybe if he tried to be like him, people wouldn't talk about him so much.
It wasn't his fault he liked playing with switchblades and knifes. The gleam the perfect lighting gave them were amazing. The sound of the blades cutting into something wasn't half-bad either. Of course, his stupid grandfather had forbidden him from cutting the hair of their cats, the skin on his finger, Lovino's whole body, and pretty much anywhere else he'd tried, but he was still hopeful, looking for loopholes.
The party of three found a nice place to rest and the boy found a nice place to sit while the other two put up the tent and set up a fire. The boy smiled, he'd always liked fires. Whenever he had to get rid of something, fire always did the trick. Plus, the warmth they gave off always made him feel pretty nice, if he could even use that word.
His grandfather cooked dinner, and they all ate silently, spare a few more bad jokes from Lovino from time to time. The boy rubbed his eyes, tossing his plate on the ground when he was done. "I'm going to bed."
A firm hand grabbed his shoulder. "Feliciano, pick up the plate."
He turned, glaring angrily at his grandfather and shaking his hand off, "I said I was going to bed. You pick it up, old man."
"Feliciano," He could tell the man was on his very last string, as if he cared. "Just pick up the plate. You haven't done anything but sit and scowl since we got here. The least you could do is pick up the plate."
"I'm not picking up the stupid plate!" Feliciano hissed, stomping into the tent. "Leave me alone."
He heard his grandfather swear, and already he'd drawn his switchblade for when he stepped into the tent.
"I'll get it," He faintly heard Lovino say, "It's not a big deal. You know Feli's cranky sometime—"
Smack.
Feliciano rushed out of the tent, seething as he saw his brother holding his face with hazel eyes widened in shock, his grandfather the closest person to him.
"You hit him!" He screamed, charging towards the man and knocking him down. "You hit him, you asshole!"
He could see the fear written on his grandfather's face, "Neither of you listen—"
The little brunette boy didn't want to hear it.
A bloodcurdling scream was released into the air, his brother the only witness to what had happened that night.
No one messed with his big brother.
Not one.