The Opening Ceremony: It's only the beginning!

It took four years in preparation for this moment. So many hours that could've been used for reading that new twilight book that America written, watching France's romantic and scandalous movies, listening to Korea's new hit songs, or even taking a spin in Italy's Sports Cars. But all that time, all that free time, away from doing boring paper work and attending those unnecessary world conference meetings, was spent preparing for what everyone knew as the Olympics~

The personified nations filed into their trains, on a one way ticket to the heart of London, where England was anticipating the upcoming competitions, as he was hosting this year's 2012 summer Olympics. Italy decided that this time he would sit next to his overly competitive brother and enjoy the ride all the way to the U.K.

He couldn't help but remind himself how he felt the last time he was on a train to the U.K, and how he managed to forget to bring his own cooking materials. It's a wonder how he even survived the last time he came to compete. But this time, he came prepared, armed in his sports jersey jacket and sweat pants, and a sack full of pasta noodles, sauces, and seasonings. He nodded to himself, yup, he was well prepared…

"Did you remember to bring the cheese?"

Italy's eyes widened in realization and his heart rate pumped up in anxiety. He searched through his green, white, and red sack, scouting for that plastic container of parmesan cheese that didn't seem to exist at the moment.

He slumped back into his seat as it was already too late to go back home and search around the house. His Italian civilians were already waving him good bye, throwing up confetti of the Italian flag colours, blowing horns and trumpets, and streamers flying in all directions as the train began to chug north.

He brought his hands to his forehead, giving himself a face-palm as he older brother scowled at him.

"You dumbass…" he seethed.

The Crowd in Germany was horrific. Germany had a hard time finding his way to the train, which was scheduled to leave at a moments notice.

"Fuck…" his brother, Gilbert (the ex-nation, also known as the awesome Prussia), growled. Germany had no idea why, but his brother wanted to tag along to see his brother compete this year. What made this year any special than the other years? Germany had absolutely no fucking clue, but he couldn't focus on that now, as train F-012 was about to depart in 10 seconds.

Using his attractive muscles, Germany hulled his albino brother and himself through the crowd and managed to hop on the second the train was about to leave. Nothing like good timing!

Prussia sat himself and his small pack next to the window at the right and Germany collapsed on the seat in front of his, panting.

"You'll vwear yourself out if you keep stressing." He mocked. Germany shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Vhatever bruder, Just don't lose your passport this time." He drawled, not in to the mood to talk.

Gilbert shrugged off his black, red and yellow striped jacket, as it was getting humid in there. "Oh shut up! That time, it was not my fault, that damned lady didn't give it back after checking me in!"

"Uh-huh..."

Somewhere in Hungary…

Hungary was having a particularly rough time. For some reason her train wasn't arriving on time. She couldn't afford to be late for her ride and lord knows she's been preparing herself over the past few years.

"Where is this damned train!" she cursed to herself. It's already been half an hour and there were no more scheduled trains leaving for the U.K. until a week into the Olympics. She seriously needed a better method of transportation.

Tokyo's airport…

Japan sat himself on the plane with his fellow Japanese civilians, preparing for a long connected flight to America, where he will then go to New York and ride with America in his plane all the way to Great Britain. He sighed at the thought of sitting for about seven hours going across from one continent to the next with that loud mouth. It almost made him queasy…speaking of which, he hated flying for that exact reason…

Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean; three hours away from landing in California…

"AIYAH!" the short, Chinese nation yelped. Once again, the plane hit turbulence and the suit cases from the shelves above him opened up and slipped a particularly heavy bag on his foot.

Hong-kong casually looked beside him and raised his brow, "What seems to be the matter?"

China seethed in despair as he felt his big toe throb, "Ah, that stupid bag!" he shouted. Taiwan and Vietnam glanced back at their ex brother, "China, keep it down why don't you!" Taiwan shouted back.

China looked annoyed, being scolded by his sister-figure, "Don't sass me woman! Remember I let you on this plane because you missed your flight! So did you Vietnam!"

Vietnam shrugged her shoulders, "I didn't say anything, but seriously, keep it down back there, I'm getting a headache from you all."

Hong-Kong glanced between his bickering siblings before stretching back into his comfortable position and plugging his IPod back into his ear, rocking away with some hit songs that South Korea released. "Gee -Gee -Gee -Gee, baby baby baby~ "

In total with all the traveling, it took about the whole day for all the nations around the world to make it in time to go to their respective rooms, unpack their things, get dressed, and walk back out of the grand hotel they were sharing and have England drive them all the way to the stadium where they were to sit back and watch the show. Unfortunately, no one was in the mood to really mingle. Coincidently, almost everyone had a bad flight or ride to the U.K., almost as if that today was marked as an unlucky day. China gotten out of the limo with a limp, he guessed that the incident on the plane severed his toe more than he expected. Vash and his younger sibling Lili both looked a bit pale, as they were susceptible to motion sickness. Germany had popped in a couple pain killers to ease his chronic headaches (Prussia making it no better for him). Even cheerful, young Italy seemed to be in the dumps, as he was sporting a small frown upon his face (Knowing that he'd eventually have to eat something…sooner or later.)

"Ok everyone, your assigned seats are waiting inside, just show the security guard over there your I.D., and he'll let you all in! I have to go; I have a show to run. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the United Kingdom, England at your service." The Englishmen bowed, all the excitement was getting to his head. He absolutely couldn't wait until the show started.

Romano smirked, "oh yea, then can we have some pasta?" crossing his arms. England chuckled, "I'm sorry, but the Italian pubs are miles away from here."

Romano and Feliciano (Yes, even he) growled, "Bastardo.", and then made their way inside.

America laughed obnoxiously, "Ha-ha! At least I made sure to install a McDonalds somewhere close by!" Japan rolled his dull, black eyes, "Will you be quite, I still feel queasy from the ride here…"

Australia frowned, "Yea, Who'd want to eat that garbage!"

"Who asked you, Down Under!"

"What did you call me?"

"America, please be nice…"

"Aw c'mon Canada, this guy is askin' for it!"

"Mon Diu, Canada, when did you get here?"

"I was here the whole time...Maple leaf…"

"Oi, guys the ceremony started!"

"Huh?" all the nations chorused in unison. Suddenly the sweet sound of a child's angelic voice erupted from the arena. From the screen above, all of them could see a familiar boy with sandy brown hair and considerably thick eyebrows standing amongst a crowd of children, dressed in a long sleeve yellow shirt.

"Is that Sea land?"

With a closer look at the child, Finland smiled, "Yep, that's him alright. Who'd of thought he would have the voice of an angel?"

"Thy choicest gifts in store,

On her be pleased to pour,

Long may she reign!

May she defend our laws,

And ever give us cause,

To sing with heart and voice,

God save the Queen!"

As he bowed to the crowd, the nations from outside cheered him on. "Yea, YOU GO SEA LAND!" Finland laughed. The boy was shown waving back at the camera, blowing kisses towards the audience and catching roses tossed towards him, cherishing the great amount of attention. England shook his head, poor boy…

They all sat for three straight hours, staring awe at the show that was put out for them. Personally, many of them didn't know how England was ever going to top China's Opening ceremony that just blew everyone's mind, but with all that it was worth, England done a pretty fair job in entertaining his guests, only problem was the fumes that came with the act, which was bothering some people, but other than that, it was amazing.

Then out of nowhere, everyone leaned forward to see England's Queen Jump out the helicopter with James Bond's theme. America was laughing, not believing what he was seeing. Prussia on the other hand almost dropped his can of beer, seeing the old woman fly around the air like some top secret spy in a peach gown.

It was a safe landing for her, as she and her company landed amongst the crowd of Brits, cheering her on and she took a seat and enjoyed the rest of the show. Then after a few rock bands, lively dances, a Mr. Bean, and a gigantic balloon baby later, it was about time for the Nations to get up and represent themselves, as competitors for the Summer Olympics of 2012.

"C'mon Germany! The Crowd awaits us!" the cheery Italian skipped with his tri-coloured flag waving behind him. Germany followed in suit, with his tri-coloured flag gripped in his hands. Looking out, he could feel that this championship was going to be an interesting one, noticing how everyone was already in a some-what foul mood. Romano followed in-tow, with Spain at his heel, chattering about how he wasn't ready for this year's games. For once, Romano felt the same. He didn't exactly have time to train with all that's been happening at his home. Spain felt bad for him, knowing that a civil war in Sicily was at brink and Romano wasn't in such a mood to be participating with the games. He even felt a little sorry for winning the Cup against his team after the Younger brother fought so hard to win against His best friend Germany. But alls fair in love and Sports right?

"Hey bastardo, will you rub my feet after this? My back is killing me." He pouted. Spain frowned a bit. He hated it when Romano wasn't feeling well, particularly in situations that they're in. "Of course, Romanito, anything you want." Romano rolled his eyes at the pet name, but uttered his thank you, which didn't go past him.

Greece and Japan met up with one another before they were being called to walk around the stadium. Greece had to admit, he missed seeing his Asian friend, as he hadn't had any contact with him for almost a decade. He heard about the earthquake on the news and the nuclear pollution, as he doubted that Japan would be fit for this year's games, but his instincts proved him wrong, as he looked healthier than ever.

"So, I hear you're a great Gymnast Jap." America butted in between Greece and Japan, rudely shoving away the Greek. The Asian island glanced over his shoulder worriedly, then back up at the boastful American. He nodded meekly, "I guess, if that's what everyone says. Russia is also good too, and so is China." He informed, seeing if he can bore the American with information he obviously already knew.

Alfred nodded, "Well yea, I already knew that, but a small man like you couldn't possibly be able to flip around in the air. Where's the muscle?" He teased. Japan, on the other hand, was becoming quite annoyed, "You'll find out soon enough, America." And with that, he turned back around to walk the rest of the way with the Greek he temporarily left behind. America scoffed, what's his problem, I was only trying to make conversation.

The representation took the next two hours, calling out countries from the Americas, land masses surrounded by water, all the way around Europe, Into Africa, Blowing over Asia, and finally, back around. Every country wore what their people made for them, and they all sported their flags in great pride, jogging around the infamous track with glee.

"This is going to be an interesting few weeks." England gloated, talking to himself. Not too far away, he spotted his favorite man waving towards him. "Oh why Mr. Bean, how do you do?"

The strange man gave him a funny look, only then that he realized that something happened, and it probably had something to do with him.

"What is it?" He inquired. The Middle aged man thrashed his arms violently, obviously trying to communicate with him somehow. Too bad that the Great British personification was too dense to figure out what he was trying to say.

Then he suddenly felt a sudden waft of air brush against his behind, which made him jump. The Spectators watched with wide eyes how England had his trousers hooked onto one of the chains that helped move the rings in midair, and now he himself was airborne!

"HELP!" he hollered, not that anyone could really help him at the moment…