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WARNING! I used Google translate for a few sentences so if you're reading it and you're like "WTF are you trying to say? That's not how we (insert race/language/ethnicity) talk or say things," this is why.
For those confused on why Feliciano is speaking Italian all of a sudden when he was just speaking English, it's like episode 9 season 5 of south park. You know like how the Afghanistan kids speak English so you the audience can understand. Yeah, it's like that, m'kay?
Okay you guys, this is going to be a long chapter so I hope you enjoy.
"Damn it, what do you mean you didn't prepare him?" Kabasal asked Eyrion, who was trying to slowly back away from him. They had gone to their assigned waiting room which had a giant television, a wall that was an aquarium filled with alien fishes and creatures, two green couches and a red coffee table where a fruit basket sat.
"Getting him dressed took longer than expected! Plus, aren't you his Representative? You should be the one getting him ready for the camera. I did my job as stylist, now you do yours!" Eyrion said, pointing at Feliciano, who was hoping to stay out of the argument. Eyrion had changed him out of his gladiator outfit and he was now wearing a bight blue suit.
"You're right" Kabasal sighed before turning his attention to Feliciano, "You did a good job catching the sponsors' attention; now you have to keep it. The host will interview you and ask you a lot of questions, and when you answer, try to be charming. Make yourself as likable as possible."
Feliciano just nodded. "Okay, that seems easy."
"Don't trip on stage, 'cus that seems like something you would do. Ha, I'm so glad I don't have to work until tomorrow," Crulocks chuckled. Kabasal glared at her and gave Feliciano more advice and tips while Eyrion combed the man's hair and fixed his suit a bit.
"We have plenty of time before he goes on stage. Can't we just watch the interviews?" Crulocks asked as she turned on the the T.V.
"Great idea! We'll watch the interviews and I'll tell Feliciano what they're doing right or wrong. Maybe he'll learn that way," Kabasal said, taking a seat.
"Hello everyone! I'm Luruf Uok, and today I'll be interview our tributes from the planet Earth. We'll take a closer look at all the them and get to know them better before they're dumped into the Arena and fight to the death. Due to the number of tributes, this programming will be commercial free with the exception to a few pop up ads in the corner of the screen. Well we have lots to see today so lets get started!"
"Psst, Feli, go get me a drink," Eryion whispered to Feliciano.
"But we have some right here," Feliciano pointed to a few bottles in the fruit basket.
"Yeah, but I'm on a diet and those drinks have more sugar in them than, well, sugar. Hurry up so you don't miss much! Get one of the red bottles from the machine, okay? Here's some money," Eyrion said, handing Feliciano some coins.
"Get me one too!" Crulocks yelled after him as he left.
"Okay!" Feliciano shouted back and walked around, searching for a drink machine. He learned that a lot of the alien technology was were similar to some things on earth, soda machines not included. He wanted a drink the other day and spent an hour trying to figure out the machine. It was like a giant touch screen with little boxy opening at the bottom, like were you get your candy from one of those candy dispensers. However, a small folded up plastic bag comes out and you fill it with your drink choice from a little tube that sticks out of the screen, and once it's full it turns into a bag shaped like a soda can. Then you just drink it from the tube where you fill it from, like a straw.
Alien technology sucks.
He walked down many corridors before finally finding a soda machine. When he eventually finished getting the drinks and got ready to head back, he realized he was lost. Right before he was about to freak out he saw a Japanese man walking down the corridor.
"Ehi, sai che il tuo modo per aggirare qui? Ho bisogno di tornare nella mia sala d'attesa, ma mi sono perso. Mi potete aiutare?*" Feliciano asked the man.
"ごめんなさい、私は理解していない。貴方の母国語は喋れません。あなたは助けが必要なのでしょうか?**" Kiku asked, not able to understand the Italian man. They stood there a minute realizing how difficult this would be. It took him a few minutes to recognize him as the one with the lightning during the parade.
"Can you speak English? I'm lost, can you help me?" Feliciano asked in English, hoping he might understand English.
"Yes, though I'm not that fluent. Aren't you the one with the lightning during the parade?" Kiku answered.
"Yes! I'm Feliciano Vargas, nice to meet you!" Feliciano greeted happily, glad to finally have a human conversation again.
"I'm Honda Kiku," Kiku introduced himself. They shook hands and Feliciano repeated his question in English. "I don't know this place very well, but I saw a map down that hall," he answered, pointing to the hall he had come from.
"Grazie!***" Feliciano thanked him and he headed that way, eventually finding his way back to his waiting room.
"You're back! Finally! I thought I was going to die of dehydration," Eyrion cheered, snatching the drink from his hand. He took a good look at it and frowned.
"You got me the wrong one. You got me Uynkrdisa instead of Gyubilksa, I rather stay parched then drink Uynkrdisa," Eyrion complained handing the drink back to Feliciano.
"What? You mean I got lost for nothing?" Feliciano asked.
"It's fine babe, I'll drink it," Crulocks said, taking the drink from him.
"Sit down Feliciano, watch this guy," Luruf said pointing to the screen. On screen there was a blonde man who was around 19 and wore a grey suit with a Canadian flag on his tie. He sat there quietly, nodding his head as the host kept rambling on.
"See this man? He doesn't even have the backbone to interrupt is known to ramble a bit. The audience would understand if you have to interrupt him a bit, but this guy is just letting him go on. He's supposed to be interviewing you, so don't feel afraid to speak up," Luruf explained to Feliciano.
"That was Matthew Williams representing Canada everyone! What a nice boy. Okay, next up is Wang Yao representing China." Luruf introduced an Asian man in a silk red suit with the Chinese stars at the right side of his chest. His long black hair was tied back and he waved with his right hand to the crowd, his left arm being in a cast, before he sat.
"Hello, Wang Yao, or is it Yao Wang? I heard Chinese names are backwards from western names," Luruf asked.
"In China the family names is first, then the given name, so in western culture it would be Yao Wang," Yao explained to him.
"Good to know. So how do you feel being tribute, especially seeing how your arm is in a cast," Luruf asked, pointing to his cast.
"I'm nervous but I should heal up in time for battle," Yao answered.
"See this Feliciano, do that. If you feel nervous or something make sure to reassure the audience that you still have a chance, or else they'll think you're weak and move on," Kabasal pointed out.
"Psst, Feli, go get me a drink," Eyrion whispered to Feliciano.
"Your fault; you have water right here and Feli got you some soda but said you rather go parched So, did you learn your lesson, little man? How does it feel to be parched? Pretty dry, isn't it?" Crulocks mocked him, taking a loud sip from her drink to rub it in his face.
"You Nijrukkruack," Eyrion glared at her before handing more money to Feliciano, "Here's some money, get me the blue soda this time! The one with the green stars!"
"Okay! I'll be right back!" Feliciano said, getting back up to go.
"Don't take long!" Kabasal called after him.
Feliciano walked around a bit, trying to remember the path he took last time. He found the same soda machine again and got the sodas. He turned around and crashed into someone who was waiting behind him.
"Pass auf, wo du gehst! Sie buchstabiert soda alle über mich!****" the German said, trying to wipe away some of the soda.
Oh no! Again with the language barrier! Feliciano thought to himself.
"Mi dispiace! Mi dispiace! Io non volevo!*****" Feliciano apologized.
"You ruined my suit," Ludwig said in English, hoping then the Italian would understand.
"I'm sorry!" Feliciano apologized in English. And Lovino said taking three years of English just because the teacher was pretty was stupid, Feliciano thought, glad he had ignored Lovino's insults at the time.
"Well don't do it again," Ludwig said, trying again to rub out the stain. He looked up and recognized Feliciano. "Hey, I saw you during the parade, you were behind me," he said.
"Oh, yeah, I guess I was," Feliciano replied a bit cautiously, worried that he was still mad about the soda.
"How did you manage to do that with the lightening? Did it hurt or anything?" Ludwig asked.
"Uh, not really. I didn't feel anything. I'm really sorry about the soda." Please don't beat me up. "I feel really bad about it, you know."
"It's fine. Though my stylist is going to have a fit," Ludwig replied.
"Oh! Okay! I'm Feliciano by the way!" Feliciano greeted happily.
"My name's Ludwig," Ludwig said as they shook hands.
"Well, I'll just head back to my room," Feliciano said, waking away.
"Alright then, good luck," Ludwig said.
Feliciano then went to try to find a diffrent soda machine. He bought what Eyrion wanted and headed back, getting lost along the way and by the time he got back they were already staring to interview the tribute from England.
"About time" Eyrion greeted him, taking the drink from him and chugging it down.
"Sorry, I met someone along the way, he seemed real nice! He didn't get that mad when I accidentally spilled the soda all over him," Feliciano said.
"Shh Shh SHHH SHHHHH! I'm trying to watch something here!" Crulocks shushed them.
"She's right, pay attention Feliciano,"Kabasal told him.
"Well here's Arthur Kirkland representing England. So Arthur, how are you? What did you think of the parade," Luruf asked.
"I'm fine, and the parade went well in my opinion," Arthur answered, annoyed by the bright lights and how the colors of the crowd worsen it all.
"So do you enjoy our Capital?" Luruf asked.
"I haven't had much time to see it but from what I've seen it's quite different from what I'm used to," Arthur explained.
"So how does it feel to be representing your country?" Luruf asked.
"I'm still shocked that I was chosen but I hope to make my country proud," Arthur said cautiously, knowing that all the sponsors where watching his every move.
Peter watched his brother on the tv screen at the airport, his mother making calls on her cell phone to relatives. He sat on his luggage and watched quietly Everyone who was British had also stopped to watch, seeing is they can trust Arthur to win. Some went back to running after their flights after the first half of the interview while others cancelled theirs.
"Mom, why are we leaving? Arthur's going to win!" Peter tugged at his mom's sleeve.
"We don't know that honey. I want him too, very badly, but you've seen the other tributes. The odds aren't in his favor," She told him, her eyes still red from the crying she had done earlier.
Peter stayed quiet and realized that Arthur's interview had just ended.
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"Now Feliciano, remember to look professional but not to uptight that they'll think you're a stick in the mud who's nothing but talk," Eyrion said, giving Feliciano some advice.
"Maybe he just shouldn't talk in general, he'll mess up just saying one word," Crulocks suggested.
"Crulocks that's rude. You two should take this more seriously, you're laid back attitude will make Feliciano think this isn't a big deal when it's the exact opposite. Now Feliciano, sit up tall, make the conversation interesting, make yourself stand out and make yourself seem strong," Kabasal advised him, Feliciano barely paying attention to any of them. He just nodded while trying to watch the T.V.
"Okay, next up Representing France is Francis Bonnefoy, come out here an greet the crowd Francis!" Luruf called him over. Francis blew a kiss to the crowd and some of the females in the crowds giggled.
"So Francis, how are you. Nice outfit, who's your stylist?" Luruf asked.
"Biblakad Iunoi," Francis answered.
"I heard she's a great stylist, looks like you got lucky," Luruf said.
"Please, Biblah may be great but everyone knows I can kick her ass any day, and just look at that fabric! It must be itchy as f*ck," Eyrion scoffed.
"You're such a drama queen," Crulocks complained.
"So what do you think of the Capital, Francis?" Luruf asked.
"It's beautiful, nothing that I've ever seen before," Francis said.
"Good to see our guest likes our Capital," Luruf chuckled. "Some of us can't stand it."
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"Hey! That's the guy I met in the hall," Feliciano said, pointing to Ludwig who walked onto stage. Kabasal's eyes narrowed when he saw that Ludwig was Germany's tribute.
"Did you two get along?" Kabasal asked seriously though Feliciano didn't seem to notice.
"Yeah! I told you remember?" Feliciano asked. Kabasal looked back to the screen and looked him over.
"Good, because you have to make an alliance with him," Kabasal informed him.
"So Ludwig, do you think you're ready for the Hunger Games?" Luruf asked. Ludwig hated the blinding lights (like every other tribute forced to sit there) and tried to see who was in the crowd.
"Yes, I was in the 1st Panzer Division in the Army before I was sent here. I think since I've had training that I've got a good chance on winning," Ludwig said.
"Yeah, that's right! My brother's going to kick all your asses!" Gilbert cheered from his room, drinking away. His roommate moved out the day before to flee the country, which got him into a fight with Gilbert. As a result Gilbert got all his roommate's beer and a half empty apartment.
"Really? Impressive! Now tell me, how do you feel about your chances?" Luruf asked him.
"I'm feel confident that I have a chance," Ludwig answered.
"Wow, so he's gonna be your ally?" Eyrion asked.
"I guess, why's he my ally again?" Feliciano asked, confused. He noticed Kabasal cast a glance to Crulocks who was still watching the screen and gave Eyrion and Feliciano a look.
"I didn't say he's your ally, I said you should become allies with him," Kabasal said slowly, still keeping an eye on Crulocks. Feliciano then realized why he was being careful. Crulocks was an Atakano, and she wasn't aware of the plan to take down Matara.
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Feliciano had never felt so claustrophobic in his life. He was backstage in the small corner while Crulocks, Kabasal and Eyrion surrounded him, fixing him up and bombarding him with advice that flew over his head.
"Okay got it?" Kabasal asked.
"Uh, no," Feliciano answered nervously.
"Well too bad, it's time!" Eyrion rushed him, pushing him to go. Feliciano walked onto stage waving as Luruf greeted him. Feliciano was so busy trying to remember all the advice that he didn't notice Luruf asked him a question.
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"I said what do you think of the Capital so far?" Luruf repeated with a chuckle.
"Oh, it's nice, I'm not that used to the food, I prefer pasta," He answered.
"Now, I'm sure you know you surprised us greatly during the Parade. So what was in your mind during the time?"
"I was afraid that I was going to be electrocuted! But it was painless and everything went smoothly," Feliciano answered, trying to stay mature and not say what he was really thinking at the time which was along the lines of, that was so cool! Oh my god did you see that? That was awesome! So cool!"
"Now I've been waiting to ask you this. I think we were all quite moved when you volunteered to take your brother's place. Can you tell us what were your thoughts during and after volunteering," Luruf asked.
Feliciano thought about it a bit and answered him honestly.
"I was shocked that they chose his name and my only thoughts at the time were... to stop them, to not let them take him away. I knew the only way to do that was to volunteer," Feliciano said.
"Do you regret it?"
"..."
"No."
Okay you guys that's all for now, sorry it took a while! Hoped you enjoyed and stick around for part 2 of chapter 7! Fave, Follow and review and I'll see you soon ;)!
Translations:
*Hey, do you know your way around here? I need to get back to my waiting room, but I got lost. Can you help me?
**I'm sorry, I don't understand. I don't speak your language.
***Thank you.
****Watch where you're going! You spilt soda all over me!
*****I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!