Germany awoke a minute past six.
"SCHIESSE!" he spat. Waking up at 6:01?! That would not do at all!
He quickly ate some small sausage then, out of some whim, jumped out of the window (don't try this at home, kids!). Such a dangerous task. Yet, Germany made it look so simple. Plus, he landed on his feet. Skills~
Germany had his pack of stuff on him. He tossed grenades and didn't stop shooting his pistols. Every second, it seemed, another cannibalistic puppy fell.
After many hours of running around on a killing spree, Germany paused, breathing heavily. The stench of rotting flesh blew around. No puppies frolicked around like when he first arrived.
Quiet. Calm. Odor. Chaos. Death.
Violence.
It had definitely ended puppy cannibalism.
Germany lowered his ready guns. He sighed; the adventure came to an end. Wait! There it was again! A high-pitched bark! One still dared oppose Germany. Not for long.
Germany felt in his pockets for ammo. His hand brushed up against some folded paper. Italy's letter. Then Germany thought up an amazing idea. Since it was the last puppy, after all.
Smiling, Germany followed the sound of the barking. Soon, he came across a cute St. Bernard puppy. 'Perfect!' Germany thought. He placed his pistols in his gun pouches, then picked up the fluffy dog like it was nothing but a mere potato sack. Which, basically, a puppy (depending on which breed) and a potato sack did weigh the same. And Germany is very familiar with potato sacks. Being Germany and all...
Germany carried the St. Bernard back to the tent and placed it within the fence. It ran around in circles, clearly bored. Germany climbed the ladder, skipping rungs, pleased that he was able to deal with the situation quickly.
After he got into the tent, he ate all the pasta and had a bratwurst. Completely full and happy, Germany packed his stuff. He just then realized that he had used all of his supplies, besides the leftover ammo. 'Good,' he thought. 'That means less stuff to carry back.' Germany checked his pockets to be sure. A grenade still ready to be used remained. He repocketed the round weapon and started unbuilding the tent from above his head.
Once the top of the tent was pulled down, he went to work on the walls. Finishing these was fast enough, so Germany climbed down the ladder. Then Germany misplaced his foot on the rung.
And Germany fell...