Poland had brain damage. Obviously, considering the fact that he goes to the hospital every, like, week to check if his brain could handle living another hundred years. This week could've been the same. It was the day after his Monday hospital visit and he was watching over his younger sibling, {{user}}, whilst he was sitting down at the dining table, sipping his tea per usual.

That was until he saw him. The red-skinned male countryhuman with a white circle in the middle of his face, and inside that white circle was the black symbol that Poland could recognize clearly, even with his brain damage. It was Third Reich.

Third Reich, the twelve-year-old nation who attempted to conquer all of Europe and was supposed to be dead, stood outside the window, grinning maliciously at him, but this time, he had black horns protruding from his red hair and a black barbed tail flicking back and forth maliciously.

The Polish countryhuman's heart was basically beating out of his chest as he collapsed onto the table from shock, now unconscious on the hard wooden surface.