Adolf had recently came back from a late night drinking to where he started this entire adventure off. He would be the first to admit that it was an exceedingly poor adventure and he really thought he had people for this. He tried asking around and helpfully one guy redirected him to a bar which did solve most of his problems at the time. He had come back liquidated and with an axe. The Czechoslovakian head of state was surprisingly hard to reach. That was why he had brought an axe. 

The secretary, a balding man currently working his way through news dated several years ago, had waved him in and gave him a glance. With a shrug towards Adolf's question of where the President was, he somehow managed to point at every hallway in the building and go back to reading. It would be several hours of angrily marching around and opening up doors with axes to actually find the President. Adolf noted a surprising lack of security but chalked it up to the fact that he was carrying an axe. As he cheerfully broke into a door on the last hallway he checked helpfully with the plague 'MR. PRESIDENT' above the door, he recognised a few things. One, the President of the country was in fact a frog. Not only that, but a really poorly drawn one. Two, the President was female. Three, Czechslovakia was an actual country running with a frog in charge. Four, it was naked. Alarmed and afraid, Adolf stumbled in what he assumed was a heroic retreat away from the room. It is credited that the frog had driven the strongest man in Europe completely off the deep end. And he didn't even hear the frog talk.

This is not a story about Adolf, the sensible man who directed him away, or safely handling axes. This is of course a shame considering the dire importance of axe safety, especially in these trying times. This is a story about a frog, a country, and a suspicious amount of missing names. This is Czechoslovakia as if it was managed by a frog.

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January 1st, 1936

It is perhaps best to describe the current ruler of state, the frog. She called herself Edvard Benes and was a sort of greenish brownish frog colour. She had a fine taste in the nonexistent market of frog suits and really liked taking long strolls on the beach which was problematic considering the fact that both Czech and Slovakia were landlocked. She would try being in one side of the country a few months at a time to see if it ever got any better which it didn't and would resolve forthwith to be on the other side of the country until she realised it was more of the same. She then decided to run for president despite being a frog. This was a surprisingly unknown fact among the people at the time considering the fact that being President was a pretty public job. That is only because she was very good at saying she had a slight disease that warped her legs. Her campaign promises of 'some place by the ocean and away from Austria' was surprisingly convincing to the populace. Or perhaps it was that someone also named Edvard Benes helped form Czechoslovakia and had retired from the public eye. Or perhaps Czechoslovakia simply didn't care that much.

Saying that Edvard ran the ship tightly is a gross understatement. She ran it a bit like how one would suspect a frog would run it and appointed absolutely no advisors. She held a penchant for red and that made most of the diplomatic policy simple.