A little boy walked through the deep, dark woods, grumbling.

"Stupid grandpa! He makes me walk alllll the way to the other side of the deep, dark woods to give my brother a basket of pasta and sandwiches, when he could have just shipped it by mail! Oh nooo Lovino, the food has to be delivered fresh, if I send it by mail then it'll get ruined by the time it gets to him!" He mimicked. "At least there are tomatoes in here though..."

"Why does Feliciano have to go all the way across the woods anyways? Oh yeah, to meet that stupid German boy.." Lovino would not admit it, but he was jealous. Majorly jealous.

Feliciano always used to follow Lovino around, like a lovesick puppy.. but now he followed that stupid German boy, Ludwig, all around with those even stupider googly eyes!

He harrumphed as he stomped on a weed in his path. "Hahaha! I've trampled on you, stupid Ludwig! Die!" He barked and continued to stomp on it for a while before going along on the path again.

A few minutes later, he plopped down on the ground and stretched. "Ughhh, this is so hard. I'm too lazy to walk to the stupid potato's house and back! I'm too young for this!" Said that 10 year old who told his grandpa the other day that he was a 'big boy' and he could do 'bigger things' now.

Lovino stayed sitting there for a while, eventually laying down, looking at the sky. There were puffs of white in the the sky. Bunched up together in different 'cliques' with one lone cloud in the middle. Lovino liked to think that cloud was him. The lone wolf, the only one that wasn't affected by the plague of wanting to 'fit in'. The kids in school he went to with were stupid. Each of them acted so fake. So nice, and backstabbing. Oh, he saw how those girls just wanted Feliciano around to have him make good art for them. To make them gifts. And to flirt with him. He was just a young boy of 10, but he'd already seduced the nurse in the nurse's office, and all the office ladies. This boy knew what flirting was.

He snorted softly, eyes slipping shut. He was tired of it all. The stupid boys. And the less stupid girls(he wasn't supposed to be mean to girls!)

He just wanted to get away from it all..


"Mama, Mama!" Lovino cheered, waving his arms around wildly as he was swung around like a helicopter. "Nonno's swinging me arrouuuuuund-" He yelped as he was thrown up and flipped one- twice- three times in the air!

Once Grandpa deposited him in the little hammock, Mama waddled to him. Her swollen belly bulged out of her normally stick thin frame, and she sat down with the help of Grandpa.

"Careful there, Felicia, you've got to be more careful and watch what you eat- no more pasta- even if the baby says so, it's too much-" He chided.

Felicia, Mama, pouted. "But Papa, the baby wants it! I can't control it! Don't you want the baby to grow up healthy and big?"

Lovino listened intently, his young ears not really understanding the conversation, butted in. "Mama, Mama, can I feel the baby again?"

Felicia and Grandpa stopped their bickering and both smiled.

"Of course! Here!" Felicia grabbed Lovino's hand and guided it to her belly, slowly moving it around till they felt a kick.

"There was a kick, there was a kick!" Lovino gasped, eyes wide with amazement.

Felicia grinned softly. "I know-"

"Ooh, ooh, let me feel-" Grandpa said, putting his hand on his very pregnant daughter's belly. His eyes widened like Lovino's as he felt a kick as well. "The baby seems lively- he might be coming out soon any minute-!" he joked.

"Papa, you're so silly! There's still a month left-" Felicia giggled.

"Oh, oh! There was another kick!" Lovino squealed, his eyes lit up with glee. He pressed his ear against Felicia's belly. "Can you hear me?.." He whispered.

Felicia and Grandpa shared a glance and both smiled again, at Lovino's innocence.

"Of course he can hear you! Tell your little brother your name-" Grandpa encouraged.

"U-uh, uh, I'm Lovino and I'm your new big brother! I'm uh, 5 years old, and I'm super strong and I'll protect you when you come out of Mama's belly!"

Grandpa raised an eyebrow. "Super strong?" He teased. "Weren't you the one who cried after falling down the stairs and scraping your knee two days ago?"

"Hnn, it really hurt, Nonno!" Lovino pouted, growing flustered, the tips of his ears glowing as red as his face

Grandpa chuckled and picked up Lovino and sat him down on his knee. "Did you know you were just like that when you were in Mama's belly too?"

Lovino immediately perked up. "Oh woah, really?" He squeaked

Grandpa nodded. "Yes. You were a little tiny one, and you kicked a lot more than Feliciano right now-" He grinned. "You were a little ball of fire and made Mama eat so many tomatoes, she didn't want to eat anymore until I made her my amazing pizza- with tomatoes on it of course-"

"Can I help you make pizza again, Nonno? I wanna eat some right now!"

Grandpa chuckled again. "Maybe later. You look tired"

"I'm not tired!" Lovino protested, his eyes drooping, proving himself wrong.

Felicia tittered softly and reached over to softly pat Lovino. "Sleep-"

Lovino pouted softly as he was slowly lulled to sleep by the soft patting of his mother, and the strong, silent rise and fall of his Grandpa's chest.

All was well.


Lovino woke up, quickly blinking away tears in his eyes.

"I miss my Mama.." He mumbled, sitting up, sniffling a bit.

He looked up at the sky, and saw that it was streaked with ribbons of orange, red, and yellow.

"Shit!" He cussed, jumping up and grabbing the basket.

Only to stop when he saw stains of red..

There were also drops of the red pigment in a line, leading off the trail. He froze up. What if it was an animal?

He heard loud smacking noises.

What if it was Bigfoot, or some other mythical creature Nonno had told him about in that giant storybook of his?

He heard loud stomps.

What if it was-

"Hola!"

A Spaniard?...

Lovino turned, seeing a sun-kissed, green eyed Spaniard, happily smacking away at.. his tomatoes?

"I'm Antonio!" He said, chomping on one perfectly round tomato. "I saw you sleeping on the road and just smelled amazing tomatoes from your basket, so I took some- I hope you don't mind-" He grinned sheepishly, messily licking his fingers, and finishing up the other tomato held in his hand, depriving it of its life essence.

Antonio looked to where Lovino was staring.

"Uh.. I guess you won't be forgiving me anytime soon, huh..?"

"..."

"Uh..."

"..."

"Curl kid?.."

"..."

"Oh, you're turning as red as a tomato!" Antonio squealed, clapping his hands happily.

"YOU. ATE. MY. TOMATOES!" Lovino roared with the ferocity of a lion.

Antonio winced, covering his ears. "You yell loud-"

"YOU. ATE. MY. TOMATOES!" Lovino bellowed again

"Uh, well I didn't want to wake you up, so I-"

"YOU. ATE. MY. TOMATOES!" Lovino screamed. "YOU BASTARD!" His mother would be disappointed to know he had been using that type of language at 10. Or at any age for that matter.

"I-"

"Who goes there?"

The two froze up, looking in the direction of the voice, seeing two bright, vermilion, malevolent looking eyes.

"Ooh, little kiddies to eat up for my dinner~ How lovely~" The voice practically purred. How strange. Lovino thought it was a devil wolf.

There was a rustle in the bushes as the thing came closer, a flash of silver fur glinting in the sunlight. "Who wants to be eaten first?"

Antonio and Lovino shrieked, both clinging onto each other for dear life now.

A sharp-toothed grin was seen before screaming, and both closed their eyes, expecting the other to be snatched out of the other's arms and eaten loudly, and then be eaten themselves.

'Better him than me.' Lovino thought.

Instead, what followed was loud crying, followed by two voices, two very familiar voices trying to comfort the extremely familiar crying.

Lovino cracked open an eye. "Feliciano!"

Feliciano was crying on the ground, the little 5 year old being comforted by little 6 year old Ludwig and 13 year old Gilbert, Ludwig's older brother.

"Shit, shit, shit, uh- wait, why am I saying shit in front of a kid?" Gilbert cussed loudly. "Uhh, Feliciano, it was a prank, I wasn't actually gonna eat your brother and Antonio, it was just a prank, I swear-"

Ludwig was comforting the crying Feliciano as well, silently, hugging the little small. Lovino would have promptly burst a fuse right then and there. How dare that German hug his brother like that?

Gilbert then decided to let Ludwig do all the comforting, as he was only making little Feli cry even harder. He turned to Lovino. "I swear I didn't mean to make Feli cry, it was just a prank on you guys, I swear, I didn't want to make Feli cry, it was a big accident, I'm sorry!" The albino German rambled on as Lovino was even closer to blowing a casket.

There was a loud BANG and Grandpa was seen sprinting to the scene, gun in his hands, and bellowing on the top of his lungs. "WHO HURT MY GRANDSONS?!"

He arrived at the scene in less than 5 minutes, very impressive for an old man his age, and was met with Ludwig hugging a sniffling Feli, a freaked out albino, a very obviously pissed Lovino, and a passed out Antonio.

"Someone better be explaining this very well to me.."