The interior of the train was more beautiful than anything Germany had ever seen, mainly because he had spent the last few weeks in a jail cell, courtesy of the allied forces, but still, Germany couldn't believe his eyes. Soft velvet chairs, expensive chandeliers, a soft red carpet and what was that on the large white table which stood in the middle of the train's interior? A giant banquet that could feed at least 20 people. Germany was getting sucked into staring at the food when, suddenly, he heard a very loud noise!
"PASTAAA!" Germany peered around to see Feliciano dancing around happily. It weirded Germany out to see that Feliciano was so happy, despite the fact that there was a very slim chance of either of them surviving the next few weeks. Still, Germany partly admired Feliciano's optimism. He needed it himself. Germany decided to strike up a conversation with Feliciano. "So", he nervously muttered, "I see that you 'vike' pasta?" To that, he got an excitable reply. "Si, I love pasta, it's my favorite food", Feliciano replied with his adorable accent.
Wait, accent? Germany could tell that Feliciano wasn't German, due to his accent, but since Germany had never had a friend before, he didn't recognise where Feliciano was from, so he immediately asked to which he found out that Feliciano was a country just like him! Italy! Germany felt amazed. He had never spoken to another country before, who wasn't Austria or Prussia or a member of the allies. In fact, he was so isolated that he was starting to become convinced that other countries did not exist at all.
He didn't have long to speak to Italy alone however as, at that moment, the loud and somewhat inappropriately cheerful Misa, came bursting through the door, along with the stern looking man from earlier. "You guys haven't met yet?", she exclaimed, with a massive grin on her face. "This is Erwin Smith and he'll be your mentor for the next few days. He's who you can go to if you need any tips on how to survive the arena". Whilst she was speaking, neither Germany nor Erwin smiled, they just stared directly at each other as if they were in a staring contest, which thankfully, as if life finally decided to begin to work in Germany's favor, the staring contest was interrupted by Misa telling everyone that it was time for dinner, a giant banquet filled with pasta, pizza and what was that? Wurst and mashed potato! Germany was in heaven!
After the feast which, although Germany kept getting himself stuck in awkward conversations with Erwin and although he had to put up with the very annoying Misa, was the best meal of his entire life, Germany wanted to find out more about Italy. Germany didn't know why, maybe it was his incredible optimism or maybe it was his unique culture but he found himself becoming intrigued by Italy. So after dinner, Germany waited a few minutes, just so he wouldn't be viewed as a stalker and then he went to see Italy, who had gone into the train's interior bedrooms. Germany nervously knocked on the door.
After Italy had let Germany in, the two of them began talking about their cultures and what surprised Germany was that the very hyperactive and good natured, yet seemingly weak and pathetic Italy, had a very special heritage. He was the grandson of Ancient Rome. The Ancient Rome! Germany couldn't believe his luck! He had always looked up to Ancient Rome, in fact, many countries did and now he was speaking to a descendent of mighty Rome. Italy's heritage made Germany even more intrigued than he already was, and he was already very intrigued by Italy. Even if Italy was to die soon in the Games, and judging by his personality, Germany considered this possibility, he wanted to befriend the boy with the curl in his hair.
The train ride didn't last much longer and soon Germany, Italy, Misa and Erwin were being escorted to their personal stylists to prepare for the Games' opening ceremony. The crowds gathering around them, whilst they were being escorted, were immensely large, so large in fact that Germany felt as if he was being suffocated. Italy was loving all the attention however, as Germany saw that he was waving and smiling, whilst saying "Ciao" to everyone and complementing pretty much every attractive female in sight. Italy would be getting loads of sponsors, judging by his interactions with the public. Erwin had told them earlier that day that, if a member of the public liked a particular tribute, then he or she could sponsor them, and more sponsors means a greater chance of survival in the arena. Germany knew that, as soon as Erwin said this, he was screwed!