A few hours later, Germany pulled up to Cuba's house. He stepped out and meandered to the door and knocked.
"Yes, who is it?" a voice asked. It added in a darker tone, "And if you're that stupid America, I'll whoop your ass up..."
Cuba's face appeared as the door opened.
"Oh, Germany, welcome!" Cuba greeted, opening the door wider, allowing Germany into his home.
Germany stepped right in. "Danke," he said. Cuba just nodded.
After getting settled in Cuba's living room, the two countries started talking. Discussing the matter on hand. They both agreed that Cuba would provide Germany with a stilt-tent and, for a few nights, if he wanted, Germany could sleep in a spare bedroom.
"So, we're agreed," Germany stated, not asked.
Cuba nodded.
"Yes. Remember, violence can end puppy cannibalism. Don't hold back," Cuba reminded.
This time, Germany nodded.
"Got it."
"Good. Now go get some rest, and you can start tomorrow," Cuba ordered.
Germany stood up, saluted, and marched away. Cuba chuckled then went to his room.
The next morning, Cuba awoke to a delicious smell. The smell of a tropical breakfast. Cuba dressed quickly and found Germany cooking. Cuba, in shock, stepped over to Germany, put a hand on his shoulder, and asked,
"Why are you cooking breakfast?"
"Because I felt I should repay jou for allowing me in jour house," Germany answered.
"It really isn't necessary," Cuba insisted.
"Vell, I'm cooking anyvays," Germany stated.
Cuba shrugged and went to the dining room to sit.
Well, what kind of tropical breakfast is Germany cooking? Simple; grilled fruit-kabobs. Soon enough, Germany had the simple-yet-tasty steaming breakfast on a plate and served to Cuba.
"Thanks a lot Germany, this is amazing!" Cuba complimented, clearly pleased.
"Oh, it vas nothing," Germany replied. He smiled slightly as Cuba took a bite and started eating quicker. It was obvious that he really liked the grilled fruits. Germany himself had actually woken up an hour before and ate, explaining why he wasn't eating with the island nation.
"Mmm, Germany, you know how to cook a damn good meal!" Cuba declared. He chuckled a bit.
"Vhy, danke Cuba," Germany responded.
Cuba stood up, next to where Germany was standing.
"I guess it's time you were off. I shall get the tent for you," Cuba said. Germany nodded and waited as Cuba left.
A few minutes later, Cuba returned with a wrapped up package, similar in appearance to what Japan carries his katana in. However, it was much thicker. Cuba stopped in front of Germany and held out the ready-to-be-built stilt-tent to him. Germany took it and lied it across his shoulders.
"I guess I'll be off," Germany announced. He turned around, picked up his bag, and left Cuba's home. Cuba did not do what Italy did. He just stood there thinking about the breakfast Germany had cooked.
Nein, Germany did not drive, he walked to his destination. He didn't want puppy guts staining his Kuberwagon. That is the reason why Germany walked.
So, Germany walked and walked and walked. Suddenly, a little Dalmatian scurried past him. 'One of them...' Germany thought darkly. Not long after, a little dachshund followed in pursuit. 'Ja, I vas right...' Germany noted thoughtfully. 'I must be near...'
Germany walked a bit farther, a few puppies running by now and then. Finally, he came to a halt. Not too far off, high-pitched howls could be heard. The bloodbath. So Germany set up the tent, then hoisted it up on stilts. He pre-connected the ladder, so he could climb up with no problem. The stilts were pegged down into the ground, plus a small fence surrounded the legs, so Germany wouldn't have to worry about the puppies knocking over the tent while he slept.
Germany climbed up warily, the worst case scenario playing in his mind. "Nein! It von't happen!" Germany scolded himself. He felt silly for thinking of that.
Eventually, Germany made it into the tent. Surprisingly, it was very sturdy, and it wouldn't budge when he jumped around. This made Germany feel much safer. So, he clambered back down, retrieved his bag, and the tarp that covered the unbuilt tent, and clambered back up. He tossed the bag aside, then folded up the tarp and placed it where he would be sleeping. Germany would use his bag as a pillow and the tarp as a blanket. Foremost, however, he would have to take out the food so it wouldn't get crushed.
So, Germany did just that. He pulled out the containers that Italy hand packed (and Germany re-packed) and examined them. He hoped that nothing spilled when he tossed the bag around. Fortunately for Germany, Italy used super-air lock containers for the food. This was another weight lifted from his shoulders.
Grrrrrowllll~ Germany sighed, realizing how hungry he was. He pulled out a rice ball and munched on it peacefully. 'It'sso quiet... I'm used to Italy jumping around being happy all the time...' thought Germany. He smiled at the thought of his cheerful companion. He wished he had a means of communication with Italy, but sadly, he didn't. He had forgotten a simple thing like a phone.