Germany ate some sausage and pasta, then couldn't stop twitching. He sighed in defeat, pulled out a gun, stuck it out the window, and shot down a poodle and a pug that evaded his traps. Germany gulped.
It's dark, evil, to shoot innocent creatures. But they aren't innocent! They are cannibals! They must be dealt with and punished!
Germany realized this with an interesting grin. The only sound that could be heard for the next few moments were the gunshots from Germany's pistols.
Eventually, all the commotion died down. Germany realized he went a little too wild. It's like the gun controlledhim. Kind of like Switzerland, almost. Nein, Switzerland has control. Germany would have to take the rest of the day off.
He quickly placed his guns away. Then he sat on the tarp, calming his nerves.
"Food..." Germany reminded himself. However he wasn't very hungry. So, lackadaisically, he pulled out a sausage and cut it in half. He returned one half to the container and placed the other into his mouth. Smiling at the amazing taste, Germany munched slowly, savoring it. Then, he went to sleep again.
Once again, Germany woke up at six o'clock sharp. He stretched a bit, and then finished the other half of sausage. After that, he peered out the window. There were fewer puppies than when he arrived by about a third. Meaning two-thirds of the population still survived.
Sighing, Germany retrieved the materials he would need for the day. This was the stuff he didn't use the day before. Even though this was puppy murder he was committing, puppy cannibalism is much worse. It needed to be dealt with, and dealt with the right way.
Violently.
Down the ladder, a bag of artillery strung over his shoulder, Germany climbed. Grinning wider and wider with each rung. Determination shining in his icy blue eyes. Thoughts rushing through his head. If he could get the puppies down by a third in a day, then tomorrow would be their end!
Germany stepped off the ladder, leapt over the fence, and quickly started setting new traps. Guts, limbs, blood, and corpses of puppies flooded the ground. The smell of rotting flesh was very present. Germany shrugged it off as he walked back to the tent. Shooting some puppies on the way.
When he got to the fence, he climbed over, even though the gate was less than a foot from his hand. Then he raced up the ladder, causing it to swing fairly hard. Into the tent Germany went. He grabbed a rice ball, wolfed it down, then checked the time. He was out later than he was expecting because it was already 19:33 (7:33 pm... jayzus, lazy people... why?). That would explain why it was dark out.
Bunking down, Germany dozed off. He dreamed of guns, sausages, and pasta shaped like dogs. Weeeiiird...