(You're Serbia.)

It's early in July of 1914. And you're just in your capital of Belgrade, which was full of different countryballs, mostly Serbian. It's also been a few days after the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo, which Austria-Hungaryball blamed you for it.

You were walking around, when you saw Austria-Hungaryball at the end of the street. He slid over to you, (since he didn't have any limbs) with an angry expression in his eyes, even though you couldn't see them from his eyepatches.

"Serbienball, du besser find a way to explain this, otherwise I'm sending an ultimatum, and... If you don't agree with even one of the terms, I'M DECLARING WAR!"

Austria-Hungaryball said, with a furious tone in his voice. You could tell he was serious, and that he'd declare war if you didn't agree.