Externally, the infant appeared to be a healthy newborn. There was little hair on it's head; thick, dark brown, sparse hair that naturally curled to the side. Chubby with baby fat, it's smooth skin bunched and creased at the joints; elbows, knees, shoulders, thighs. Puffy cheeks were flushed and pale eyelids were squeezed shut as it wailed into it's mother's breast.
The infant was naked, just like a newborn was.
Except it was not naked because it was a newborn.
It's mother was naked as well.
They were surrounded by the nude; by the malnourished; by decimated pride. They were two of those who stood in line, waiting.
The middle aged Jew in the front was shot, and dragged into the half-filled mass grave by the gentle gravity.
"Germany~! There you are! Come play football with me!"
"Italy! Get back to your station at this moment!"
Bang!
"But Germany, ve~! I'm so bored! Come play! I brought a baaaall~! Germany! Germany! Geeer-maaaan-neeee~!"
"Idiot! Do you want me to gas you!?"
Bang!
"Hehehe, come on, Germany, I brought the ball all the way here!"
"Go away!"
"Play football with me, Germany!"
Bang!
"Get off of my uniform! How many times do I have to say no!?"
"Until no turns into yes, ve~!"
Bang! Bang!
The wailing ceased.
"But Germany! Japan already said no because he had to go to his own camps in China or whatever he said. I stopped listening. Please play with me!"
"I will not play with you, Italy!"
Bang!
"You're being no fun, Germany. Okay, how about gelato, then? I can make some at your place!"
"What am I going to do with you...?"
Bang!
"I'm promise it'll taste good! You always love it when you come to my house!"
"Hgrh. Fine! But it better not take long! My boss will be angry."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Yay! Then we can play football!"
"What did I just say, you little fool!?"
Bang!
Neither were oblivious to what he and his friend turned their backs on, nor would either particularly care for a long time. For now, the infant's wailing had stopped, and it would not start again - this time as a ghostly wail (in, and only in their dreams, because football and gelato would always exist) - for several years.
That's just how being a personification worked.
I love Hetalia, but this is what happens when I watch documentaries in history class, and see a naked mother and newborn baby waiting to be shot and allowed to fall in a ditch, dead.