So as my friend (Prussia, Akai, whatever you want to call her) pointed out, it wouldn't really make sense for HRE to fight a battle in France, but get off his ship in Italy. And Chibitalia technically should be here. Just go with it.
He got off the ship on a clear, sunny day. It was the kind of day that makes you want to lay down and daydream. But Holy Roman Empire couldn't do that, he was stressed about the battle. The ship docked in Italy in a busy port. Fisherman talked to whalers and wealthy boat owners watched their workers carry boxes onto their cargo ships. They passed through the bustling market the get supplies. As his cooks got food and his other men bought gifts for their family, Holy Roman Empire ordered General Desman to carry his deck brush around with him as he watched the people. Little girls pulled on their mothers' skirts, begging for the pastries from the bakery. Little boys chased each other in a game of tag. Running and laughing, they dodged each other and occasionally got a shout from the merchant when they knocked something over. Old ladies gossiped and teen age girls chattered in Italian.
Holy Roman Empire marveled at this wondrous sight. This was so much more carefree than his life. He smiled as he saw a little girl run to try and keep up with her brothers.
He gathered his army and they kept going. The one odd sight was an Italian merchant selling tomatoes.
"Hey! Would you like a tomato?" He asked cheerfully.
After refusing several times, the Italian still didn't stop asking. He poked and prodded Holy Roman Empire until he got extremely annoying.
"OKAY!!! I'LL TAKE THE STUPID TOMATO!" Holy Roman Empire shouted, "JUST GO AWAY!!"
"Okay then, enjoy your tomato!" the man said, still cheerful.
"Strange, annoying person," Holy Roman Empire grumbled. But he kept marching on to France.