It's not easy to see, only one or four pixels in fact, but there's a definite gray spot in the center of Luxembourg where the goodyear is. I'm not sure about individual houses though.
I still want to get a whip round going to see if I can rent the entire country of Luxembourg some day. Just for the sake of being able to say that we'd rented an entire country for a day.
And on that day you order by law that a giant fence be constructed to keep the neighbors out of your country, and the Great Wall of Luxembourg becomes the second largest construct on the planet. Finally, people begin to pay attention to Luxembourg, and boldened by their newfound success, the officials of the country declare war on Belgium.
As Luxembourg scrambles from the ashes of Belgium, their conquered cottages and windmills held high, coated in b the blood of innocents, they cry out a manly cry of victory, and their shirts fly off from sheer masculinity. They march on the netherlands next, and no-body cares because no-one really liked sheep anyway, and Luxembourg grows yet more powerful.
Their next target is Denmark, but Sweden and Norway intervene, sending troops to their flagging friend, but the morale of the Luxembourgians cannot be stopped any more than their countries name can be said in a reasonable timeframe. Denmark falls, and soon after the other nordic countries. Iceland surrenders, fearing conquest, and Luxembourg turns the eye of imperialism towards Germany.
But this marks the true beginning of WWIII, and France comes to the Germans aid. Assaulted on both sides and with their capital vulnerable in the tiny little space that used to be Luxembourg, they need allies. Using huge stacks of money "totally not raided from Sweden" and shiploads of wool from the Dutch sheep, the Luxebourgians call for aid from England. The UK marches on France, giving Luxembourg time to focus on Germany and take Berlin in a blitz. Then they assist Britain, who has been locked in a stalemate, as the U.S sleepily opens it's eyes and says "whuzzat goin' on?"
But Luxembourg is not content with the mere conquest of two of the five great powers of Europe, and Spain and Italy fall beneath the new behemoth. The new territories are taxed mercilessly and any talk of rebellion put down just as callously. The smaller countries fall as well, until almost all of Europe is under Luxembourgian control. The U.S is still trying to figure out who this new guy is, Britain is gearing up for the inevitable backstab (Luxembourg doesn't want to risk that just yet however), and Russia is scrambling it's defenses into position, hoping to trap the Luxembourgian troops in General Winters embrace.
So Luxembourg heads to the southern end of the mediterranean, taking Syria, Egypt, all of north Africa in a storm! All the land north of the Sahara belongs to Luxembourg! They march to the east, encircling the mediterranian like a new Roman Empire! And indeed, they take the arabic peninsula, avoiding Israel for now to avoid drawing fire from the U.S. The U.S is still confused, being so large and also not that well educated.
Now, with their armies immense and well prepared for the coldest winter they have ever experienced, the Luxembourgian troops march on Moscow. They plan to stay as well, and bring many supplies. General winter, for the first time in Russian history, is defeated, and Moscow falls to the Luxembourgian national song:
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Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom.
Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom.
DOOOM DOOOM DOOOM DOOM DOOM
DOOM DOOM DOOM
DOOM DOOM!
DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM
DOOM DOOM DOOM
DOOM DOOM!"
The world fights, but the tide cannot be stopped. England falls, India falls, Japan falls, China falls, the United States of America falls. Luxembourg stands supreme. The Leader of Luxembourg leads the world! Not a single strip of land is not under the power of Luxembourg.
Then they realize; what now? All the world is ours, who then is left to conquer? They shrug and question and mumble until one man looks up at the sky, at the twinkling stars in the distance. He imagines worlds of alien species, of new frontiers and lands to explore. He thinks of all the greatness of an interstellar empire. He stands tall and says:
"Well we may as well put it back the way we got it." And they release all the captured countries and return to being a itty bitty little dinky thing, snug between the now utterly bamboozled New France and New Germany, making kissy faces at New Belgium and sharpening their knives, waiting for the cycle to repeat.
So are you really going to rent it or should I?