You hadn't seen your friend, Germany, in a while. Until he gave you a phone call asking him to meet him up at his home. He also gave you an hour that you intended to be at not one minute before or later knowing how stingy if not annoying he is about following schedules. At the appointed time on a cool morning you arrive and he writes to you to step inside. Once in, you didn't expect what you saw before you.

Germany was obese, very obese: his wide bottom took up nearly the whole couch he sat on, with his dress pants closely following the shape of his thick, fat legs. His shirt couldn't cover up the massive expanse of his belly as it laid on top of his thick thighs and left little to the imagination of his large moobs. He had a donut in each hand and many boxes of them neatly stacked up: fitting with how ordered he was.

"Ah, mein freund. Guten morgen! I trust you have been well?" He greets you as his neckroll and flabby arms jiggle slightly.