[ WP ] `` The Prince of Liechtenstein is here to accept your surrender . ''

Once upon a time, the Prince of Liechtenstein sent out 80 men to fight in a war. He knew they would do little difference, yet it was more symbolical than anything else. They went off to represent the principality, with bravery and great enthusiasm to make their tiny country proud. The war came and went and the 80 men of Liechtenstein did n't die, yet when they returned home the prince war confused, they set out as 80 but came back as 81. Turns out they had met an Italian guy and befriended him, taking him home with them. And thus Liechtenstein became the only nation in history with minus casualties in a war. Unknown to them, this was not some strange coincidence or lucky outcome, but in ancient ages before the cross came to the Alps, a sorcerer had cast a spell upon the village where he lived, that they would in a war never loose a single man, and the forces of others would join them willingly. The spell was supposed to be ended after the war, but it never came. The spell would only work as long as the place was independent and in a war, which it only managed after the dissolution of the Holy Roman Empire, where said spell came into effect. 
 
 Nobody noticed, because Liechtenstein was n't exactly a big nation with a long history of bloody warfare. Yet when the European Union was dissolved after the brief Russian-European war which ended with a nuclear wasteland from Crimea to St. Petersburg, from Warsaw to Moscow and a shaky peace in 2031. Europe was in chaos, civil strife consumed all the parts of the Union and dreadful objects were so common in use that mothers could but smile when their infants were killed, envious of their quick deaths. It was a sword age and a wolf age, where brother killed brother and children forsook their parents with wrath and blood. Some claimed that the end of days had come at last, Revelation, Ragnarok or the return of Xenu. Yet Liechtenstein was mostly unharmed. The prince set out to pacify the surrounding areas of former Austrian towns and Swiss cantons. To his surprise, they joined him willingly. And Liechtenstein continued to grow, incorporating most of the former alpine nations under the principality. Without losing a single life or losing more than a few hundred bullets, Liechtenstein suddenly became the most powerful nation in the ruins of Europe, creating the Alpine Confederacy to better name it, and Vaduz became one of the largest capitals in Europe. 
 
 Since Liechtenstein was in a state of constant war, with the roving bands of post-EU armies and mad mobs everywhere, the spell grew in strength, awakening much that had been sleeping underneath the mountains. Ancient beings from the times when magic was great and the gods walked the Earth, dwarves of old, elves of legends. Creatures that the ancient ancestors of the Liechtensteiners, the Alemanni, held as gods. Dragons awoke and legends became reality. And to the prince came a grey, one-eyed king, promising glory to him if he would cast aside the god that had let the world fall into nuclear war and chaos and worship the elder gods. 
 
 Was it really a surprise then, oh chancellor? A fascist Bavaria on the brink of an unbeatable nation? That was unacceptable, we had to do something. So we marched, holding the mighty Flagge Liechtensteins above our marching armies. And the people flocked to us, the armies deserted to us, city after city bowed their heads in reverence of us and our old gods and at last, I, the Prince of Liechtenstein is here to accept your surrender.
