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Okay you guys! Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy with family for Thanksgiving and been busy with school work. Sorry if this chapter isn't that well put together, but I'll do better for our next chapter. Thanks to all who faved, followed and reviewed! Well, enough of my ramblings, here's chapter 6!
"Wake up! It's time to get ready!" Eyrion yelled as he burst into Feliciano's room. Feliciano responded with a grunt and turned away in his bed, hiding himself under the covers.
"If you don't get out I'll get Crulocks to come over to wake you up," Eyrion threatened.
"I'm awake, I'm awake!" Feliciano called, getting out of bed. He was then thrown back a bit when Eyrion threw a bundle of cloths at him.
"Here, this is your outfit for the mean time. Got it? I'm heading down stairs, be ready in five minutes," Eyrion said as he walked off. Feliciano got dress and headed down, catching Kabasal and Crulocks speaking quietly to each other. The looks on their faces made it pretty clear they shouldn't be interrupted, so Feliciano avoided them.
"You ready?" Eyrion asked, walking over to Feliciano.
"Yeah! So we're just getting ready today? No fighting or anything?" Feliciano asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to take you to my assistants who'll clean you up, then I'll dress you up, make up your face and get you pumped. The parade will start in nine hours so we should probably get started. Lets go!" he said, leading Feliciano to another part of the building he'd never seen. He was then led to a long room with mirrors lining the walls, as well as odd-looking chairs and beds. Two women ran up to them, one wearing all green and the other wearing all purple. Even their large cotton candy-like hair were those colors, small horns peeping up underneath.
"Stelra, Crunik, fix him up and send him over to me when you're done, got it?" Eyrion ordered the girls while heading to the exit as a few people walked up to him to discuss the parade.
Feliciano turned his attention back to the women and decided for some reason the was the right time to get his flirt on.
"Ciao! How are you lovely ladies today?" Feliciano asked them. The purple one giggled and said something in another language to the green one and they giggled more.
"I'm Stelra and this is Crunik, we're going to fix you up real quick and this will be easer if you don't talk to us, okay?" Stelra said almost rudely as she motioned to Crunik, the purple one.
"Now come with us, cutie - we promise this hurts us more than it'll hurt you," Crunik giggled as she led him over to a bed similar to the ones you see at a doctor's office. She then lay him down, and Stelra threw a white hospital dress thing, ordering him to change out.
"Press the purple button when you're done to call us back. See ya soon," Stelra called to him as she and Crunik skipped out. He dressed out and called them back, and they returned with buckets of red goo and yellow dust.
"Lay down cutie, and try not to squirm," Crunik ordered. Feliciano obeyed and yelped when Crunik rubbed a bit of the red goo on him, burning him on touch.
"What is that?" he asked, rubbing the burning area. There was no wound but damn it, it hurt!
"It's to get rid of hair. And what did she tell you about squirming? Just take it like a uhfu, and it'll be over soon," Stelra told him as she applied more red goop.
Fifteen agonizing minutes later, Feliciano was eating some ice cream as a treat for good behavior, like a kid who'd behaved well at the doctor's office and got candy.
"We're not done yet," Crunik told him once he'd finished eating. They led him over to one of the strange seats and sat him down. It was something like those chairs at the hair salon, though it was able to shave his hair and make it grow straight back if they weren't happy with the look.
"It can't keep that damn curl down," Stelra complained, talking about the single curl that stuck out from his hair.
"I think it's called a cowlick or something," Feliciano mentioned as the girls finally got him out the chair.
"I say we cut it!" Crunik cheered, jumping in her heels and showing off a pair of scissors.
"No!" Feliciano yelp. All the girls loved his curl!
"Don't worry, it'll be quick," the girl promised, getting closer to get a good angle to cut it.
"Stop," Eyrion called over as he walked in, carrying a large bundle of clothes. "Leave the curl, I think it gives him a bit more personality, and we all know how important that is in the games." He sat the clothes down and walked over to Feliciano, looking him over.
"You girls did a good job cleaning him up a bit," Eyrion told them.
"Thanks Eyrion!" Strela giggled. She and Crunik walked off, giggling.
"Okay, I got your outfit ready, lets get this thing on!" Eyrion cheered.
After getting dressed Feliciano looked at one of the many mirrors. He was wore a gladiator armor and yet he didn't look silly as if he was wearing a costume. It looked too real as if he really was a gladiator walking to battle and in a way he was. His cape was the Italian flag and Eyrion handed him a sword with the long blade bended like lightning.
"Okay, so let me explain my vision real quick. I snuck a peak at what eveyone else is wearing and they're wearing traditional clothing and whatnot. I looked up Italian traditional male clothing and that shit was so stupid I was just about ready to flip the table with embarrassment to work with that. But then, I researched Italian culture and history, and you guys got some pretty cool mythology and really badass history. So, answer me this: who's the strongest roman god?" Eyrion asked.
Feliciano thought for aslew seconds before answering, "Jupiter."
"Yeah, and what were people called when you guys sent them off to kill each other?" he asked.
"Gladiators," Feliciano answered easily.
"Yup, so I joined the idea together and BOOM! Here we are. Oh, and you don't mind electricity do you?" Eyrion asked.
"...Why?" Feliciano asked cautiously, nervous about what Eyrion was thinking.
"I'm going to give you a lightning crown. That, and when you hold the sword straight up, will boom as if lightning is coming out of it. So, don't hold it up until you're on screen and in the center of the parade area," Eyrion explained. He walked him over to one of the counters and took out something that looked like a lighter. He opened it, but instead of a flame, it held a spark of electricity.
"It's not real electricity if that's what you're worried about," Eyrion tried to calm Feliciano down, who was by this point whimpering and begging not to be electrocuted.
"It looks pretty real to me," Feliciano objected looking at the growing sparks.
"That's the point moron, now come on. I got to go get the crown and we'll head out to the parade area. We'll join everyone else and put on some finishing touches like this," Eyrion explained to him.
A few minutes later, they were in a large area similar to an indoor parking space, and everyone standing by their chariots. They were all the same except each had a different flag and name painted/carved on it. Feliciano walked over to his and waited for Eyrion to return with the crown. Crulocks and Kabasal found their way over to him and gave him pointers, like who to wave to, when to wave and to stop being nervous.
Alfred finished talking to his representative and looked around. He found Arthur in the crowd and jogged over to him.
"What the hell are you wearing man?" Alfred laughed. Arthur was wearing some fancy dancy suit that looked absolutely silly on him. All he needed was a monocle and Alfred would've died right there from laughter.
"Shut up! And what are you wearing?" Arthur retorted, talking about how Alfred was just wearing an old military uniform from around the revolutionary times.
"Hey, we won the war against you British dudes in these clothes, so in your face," Alfred laughed.
"Whatever, this is stupid," Arthur pointed out. They were going to be sent out to the slaughter in a few days and they were just bickering as usual.
"Yeah," Alfred agreed, getting quiet. "This sucks."
"Thank you Captain Obvious, you've saved the day once again," Arthur said sarcastically.
"Wait, do you hear that?" Alfred asked. They listened and heard a distant muffled cheering.
"Those sick bastards," Arthur muttered.
"Feliciano, hold still!" Eyrion yelled at his tribute, who was pulling away as Eyrion attempted to put the spark on his crown. "It won't hurt damn it! Now calm down!" he ordered him, getting close enough to finally light the crown. It buzzed and looked as if there was electricity buzzing around his head, the zigg-zagged movements of it exaggerated the crown's beauty.
"There we go," Eyrion smiled. Kabasal nodded in approval and Crulocks smirked at the big change. Feliciano didn't look like the stupid man-child; he was now a strong warrior who would die for his country.
"Today we're going to see all the tributes in their complete glory. All the sponsors are out in the crowd ready to see how each country is going to represent themselves. After this, everyone will change out and join us for interviews that will be hosted by Luruf Uok. As we can see by this shot right here, Our glorious leader Matara is wearing her Dying Galaxy dress and showing off her new red tattoos and horns. Oh look! She waved at us! I've just been informed that in exactly one minute the tributes will be coming out. Let's give our players a warm welcome everybody!" The host cheered.
One by one each country came out and waved, everyone cheering in the stands. Feliciano gulped nervously as he exited. The lights nearly blinded him, and the mass colors of the people in the crowd didn't give his eyes a great recovery.
"There goes Switzerland and following close behind is Poland. And...what is that?" The host asked.
Ludwig turned as he heard the crowd oohing and saw a flickering in the corner of his eye.
Kiku was impressed by the person in front of him who wore an electric crown. His outfit was more unique then the others and everyone was cheering for him.
Feliciano realized all eyes were on him and that he was now on the large screens. He took a deep breath and held up his sword.
BOOOOM!
He saw only a bright light surround him. On screen it showed that a large bolt of lighting bursting from his sword and flickered until he held his sword down.
Everyone gasped and some even screamed. Feliciano was too shocked to react and was surprised that he felt nothing. A loud burst of cheering and shouts from all around him began, the crowd loving the grand display they just saw. Feliciano smiled and waved at the crowd like he was told to.
"Wow, what an amazing display! That is the look of a true warrior everyone! I know who the sponsors will be keeping their eyes on. Oh and get this! Apparently in Italian history there were warriors that fought each other to the death called gladiators. Hopefully fighting to the death is in his blood, because he'll need everything he has in order to win."
"That's my brother!" Lovino cheered as he watched his brother on his tv screen.
Matara watched Feliciano and a smirk tugged at her black lips. She watched him wave and smile at the crowd with hungry eyes. He may think the crowd is on his side now but she knows things will change once he's out in the arena. He won't stand a chance, she thought to herself.
The parade was drawing to an end as they clapped for the last tribute, Matara ready to make a mental list on who to keep an eye out on.
"Well there you have it! Out first impressions of all the countries Earth has to offer. Stick around because later we'll take a closer look at the tributes. When we return we're going to interview each of the tributes. By the looks of this batch of tributes, we're going to have an interesting Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in their favor."
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