I remember it so well. I stared at the vast wasteland ahead of me, with no idea what was happening. Really, though. A new country isn't expected to know why they could suddenly feel, hear, and see everything. They just appear out of nowhere. Really, though... nobody knew I even existed. They had passed through my borders, and even saw me trying to liven up the wasteland with flowers or animals. They just never took note of the fact that there was a new country. They didn't even fight over me, like they had fought over Italy. Still, I was persistent, and it really paid off. Within about 10 years, I had grown large. My lands were vast. As everything grew, so did the military, and my need to defend myself. Really, though. Despite how they never even bothered to learn my name, they all wanted the lands that I had. I had managed to defend myself from a few others, though I lost to many. To name who I lost to would be hard, since this really was a while back. Even when they defeated me, they refused to ask my name, or even look it up of a map. It was kind of hard. Everybody named me what they wanted. At one time, I was even known as "Pasta"... how I lost to Italy is a funny story. He's so pathetic. I couldn't hurt him no matter what. In return for my kindness, I was stabbed with a fork and called "Pasta" until somebody defeated Italy to claim me. I thought afterwards that he had probably been told to claim me by Germany, who was the one who 'defeated' Italy. That wurst-loving idiot most likely didn't want to go through all the work of claiming me himself. Honestly, I really did go through a lot of names... finally I managed to defeat one of my so-called "allies" and got my own name back, as well as my independence. I built up my army even more, and managed to defend myself up to now. W-what? You want to know my n-name! ...Well...I suppose I could tell you.
M-my name is Arcor. My main language is German, and I... uhm... well, I like cats and fluffy things.
