I'd like, if I could, to give an account of the scenario leading up to the war, simply for your edification. All quotes paraphrased, and not to be taken as exact.
With iron short on the world market, and looking to expand my industrial base, I began moving my army to the Korean border. I checked Korea's diplomatic status a month before the war, finding it allied to no one and guaranteed by no one. Checking again once more a week before the war, with all my troops already in place, I found it had its independence guaranteed by the USA.
I declared war anyway.
My troops began marching into Korea, they had occupied three provinces and the Koreans were falling before my armies, when there came an Ottoman declaration of war. At that moment, I had to choose whether or not to call in my allies--Austria and Spain--and the satellites. Unaware of the new string of alliances that had been formed (this was becuase I had just reinstalled and my popup settings were all off) I called them in. Both dishonored their alliances.
Fortunately for me, the Koreans made a peace offer literally two days later, offering one province. I accepted, and sent my troops marching back to the West.
As the string of alliances began to come clear, I saw that one by one, every country had declared war on me. First the Ottomans, followed by Prussia and Austria, the US, and the UK. All the remained were Sweden, France, and Spain.
All the years of the game, I had stood by Spain, even at the expense of myself and of Prussia. I had insisted Spain be given part of Algeria; I had insisted Spain recieve Gibraltar; I had declared the Monroe Doctrine violated for the benefit of Spanish expansionism. As the declarations came, I paused the game.
"Spain:" I typed, "Et tu, Brute?"
There was a pause on the other end.
"Sorry, baby," was the reply, followed by a message that Spain had joined the war.
And yet France and Sweden remained neutral.
"Caesar rewards his allies," I declared, "From now on, all my actions will at the expense of the belligerents and to the benefit of France and Sweden."
"France," I typed, "You can have the Rhineland."
The French player chuckled.
"Sweden," I typed, "You can have Prussia."
And then began the mantra that I have repeated so often, that shall guide me in this war, in the next, and in all wars to come:
Prussia shall be destroyed.
Austria shall be destroyed.
The Ottoman Empire shall be destroyed.
Great Britain and the United States will have their due.
And the greatest humiliation, the greatest destruction, that will be saved for Spain.
Dante once wrote of the Inferno, at whose core he imagined Satan himself. Lucifer, in a gross antithesis to the Trinity, had three faces--and three mouths. In each mouth, he chewed for all eternity on the three greatest traitors of all time--Judas, Brutus, and Cassius. Judas shall remain, but Brutus and Cassius--they have become Spain and Prussia. They have betrayed the greatest nation on earth; they have betrayed Caesar, and for their crimes, they shall recieve a fate worse than death.
My rage is one that Dante would would recognize--the rage of a furious murdered Emperor looking down from the Heavens upon those who betrayed him, and like him, my revenge will be just as powerful, and just as sweet.
My vengeance cannot be quelled by anything but the blood of the German and the Spanish people. If it takes until Judgement Day itself, their nations shall cower before my armies, and their kings shall be made to kneel before me and beg for mercy.
None shall be granted.