Germany finished his snack and returned the containers to his bag. Then he turned his serious face out the window and to the ground upon which cannibal puppies raced, chased, and ate each other. Germany shuddered at the sight.

I mean, the puppies weren't aggressively killing one another. No, they were peacefully killing each other, calmly eating one another. As if they were accepting they would eventually die. This is why Germany shuddered. And this is why Cuba's boss suggested violence. Because these puppies were peacefully cannibalistic.

Germany checked his watch, telling him it was 17:03 (5:03 pm for those too lazy to convert). He sighed, knowing it would get dark soon, so he set up his mock bed for later. Or perhaps now so he could get up early in the morning.
So Germany went to sleep early that night. And he had quite an interesting dream. So very interesting...

"Germany! Germany!" Italy called. A sense of urgency was on his tongue.
 "Vhat is it now?" Germany sighed.
A Puppitalia stepped over to him. Germany looked over at the adorable dog form of Italy. He looked so cute, but if they were seeing (basically) eye to eye, then Germany must be a puppy too!
 "It is time," Puppitalia remarked grimly.
 "Huh?"
 Suddenly, without warning, Puppitalia leapt at Germany. Germany ducked out of reflex and sprinted forward.
"You're one of them?!" Germany demanded.
 The "Italy" didn't reply. He turned around and flew at Germany again. Germany ducked again, but not low enough. Italy rammed into Germany and made sure it hurt.
 "ITALY! VHY?!" Germany screamed.

Germany bolted up. Sweating. Worried. After a moment, he realized that it was just a nightmare. He let out a whoosh of breath.

"Just a dream..." he reminded himself. He checked his watch. 3:42 was what it read. Germany yawned and went back to sleep.

6:00 sharp, Germany awoke. Time to get to work with these cannibalistic puppies. He pulled out a bunch of stuff he would need:

-His pistols
-A bunch of land mines
-Grenades
-Dynamite
-Pit spikes
-Extra ammo
-Matches

Germany was set. He put all the materials where he could get to them and left the tent by climbing down the ladder. Germany gripped the rungs tighter. Finally, when he was low enough, Germany jumped down to the ground. The sounds of gentle yelping and beautiful bone crunching were very audible. 'They do it peacefully... I don't understand...' Germany thought.

Germany stepped out of the fence. Rushes of fur flew past, not noticing the tall country standing there watching them. Germany got to work quickly. He planted land mines everywhere. He rigged dynamite. He dug pits and placed spikes. He shot a few puppies, then shot the puppies trying to eat the previously shot puppies. Then he ran back to his tent, throwing a grenade here or there.

Germany listened to the busy sounds of puppies dying. Nein, not from cannibalism. No, it was from the devices he set up. Spikes littered with guts, limbs flying from mines and dynamite, and the smarter puppies eating their freshly killed kin.