A couple of skinheads started jostling each other in an aggressive way. One was almost flung into the German's space and he wobbled dangerously on his toes to avoid a collision with the blond. From where he was standing at the back; the Italian couldn't see the German's face as he slowly turned his head to look at the man who'd almost bumped into him. But from the way the man's face paled and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed back his fear; the Italian could safely guess that the blond had fixed him with the most intimidating death glare. Beside him the Brit's hand was hovering over the handgun in his holster just in case things turned ugly.
                          
Thankfully for the skinny inmate the American prison guard had just finished unlocking the heavy metal door they were all waiting to use, and pushed it wide open to allow them to surge forward and file inside. Ludwig didn't have to push or elbow his way past to get through the narrow door; a big gap briefly opened up in the congregation of inmates, allowing him to breeze through the door with ease before a noisy, boisterous gang of inmates followed after.
                          
Feliciano dithered back behind with the Brit until they were the last in the room before he followed them out. He'd been led to a room which reminded him a lot of his old high school cafeteria. Long rows of tables filled the wide space, low benches crammed against them for the inmates to sit on. Just to the side of him was a serving station where three burly looking women were serving up food, they looked just as manly as some of the inmates, hairier too.
                          
"Okay so this is the cafeteria." Arthur said, waving a hand to show him. Several other similar doors were situated at the other ends of the room, which the Italian assumed led to other blocks of cells in the prison as there was a large increase in the amount of people in the cafeteria compared to how many had been stood with him just before. "It's where you eat with the other inmates." the Brit said; a lot of the tables were already crammed with inmates tucking into their food. "Every morning you come in here at seven o clock for breakfast; yours and Ludwig's cell has to be unlocked by us however, it's not automatic."
                          
"...why's that?" Feliciano asked softly, fiddling with his orange sleeves.
                          
The American shrugged as he closed the door again. "It's one of the old cells that was never updated...also it just feels kinda, safer...to keep Ludwig in there."
                          
Feliciano nodded, trying to look casual but his insides were churning. Arthur gave a brief wave to a few other prison guards who were stood by the doors adjacent. "By the way, Alfred and I are prison guards for your block, Feliciano, block D. So I'd come to us if you have any problems, we guards tend to stick to our own block inmates rather than get involved with any of the others."
                          
The Italian nodded again, trying not to squirm under the watchful eyes of some of the inmates. Some giving occasional glances, other were downright staring at him, eyelids unblinking. It was enough to make him shudder.
                          
"Okay dude so go grab a tray, get a bite to eat and we'll show you the rest of this place later." Alfred said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.
                          
But the Italian stayed firmly rooted to the ground. It was a simple instruction, but that's not what was keeping him from proceeding. There were plenty of empty spaces at the tables...but where was he supposed to sit? Feliciano had asked himself this same question on his first day at school, yet somehow he felt that the answer this time would be a lot more important and relevant to his survival here. The Italian bit his lip, looking at the Brit for help. "...um, where should I...I mean who should I sit with?" he asked quietly as to not be heard by any of the inmates sat close by.
                          
Arthur quirked an eyebrow at the Italian. "You want some advise?"
                          
Feliciano nodded quickly. "Please."