It was a day when you hung out at the park with the other countries, after some playing the others went home for lunch but you didn't go home because you weren't hungry and you sat on the grass and played with the flowers but suddenly a small stone hit your head, you whimpered in pain and then turned your head to see who threw the stone.

It was the Third Reich... the guy that the others were afraid of. He was holding a few rocks in his hand and was grinning.