On his butt! Ja, Germany was only one rung off the ground. Germany winced, stood up, and rubbed his sore bum. Nothing vital was damaged. Thankfully.
Thinking for a moment, then he returned to taking down the tent. The puppy stayed out of the way. The tent came down, and next, the stilts. They were neatly returned to the tarp that covered them. Germany put that on his back, picked up the puppy with one hand, and carried his bag in the other. Then, off he went, tromping back to Cuba's place!
After walking quite a bit, Germany finally stumbled upon Cuba's house. Literally! He was so exhausted, he tripped over a stone and fell on Cuba's porch. Of course, Cuba heard and checked to see what the clatter was about, and gleamed when he saw Germany. He dragged (literally, again) Germany into his house and set him on his sofa.
Germany was silent for a moment.
"Hey, Germany, thanks so much," Cuba thanked.
Germany nodded.
"It vas nothing. Now, I should get home," Germany announced.
"Alright. See you bro!" Cuba called as Germany walked away. Germany left the tent behind.
Germany's bag and St. Bernard were still on the porch. He sighed, picked the items up, and walked to the parked Kuberwagon. He tossed both items into the back. Then, he climbed into the front seat, turned on the engine, and pulled away. He sped home, almost driving like a true Italian.
Germany saw the house. Home! He drove faster. Then stopped. At last, he arrived. Germany was grinning from ear to ear. Now, time for Italy. He opened his mouth to call out for him, but as if it were a rehearsed scene, Italy waddled out. And stopped as soon as he noticed Germany.
"Germany! Vee~ You're back! And you brought a puppy! Yay!" Italy joyfully screamed.
Germany's grin grew wider still. He allowed the dog out, and it pranced over to the hetare Italia. Italy was clearly very happy.
"Grazie~" Italy stated, letting the puppy stand up, leaning on him for some support.
Klik- Klik-
BANG! BANG!
Smoke fizzed from the guns in Germany's hands. Italy froze in shock, his golden eyes wide open. The puppy, stiff, fell on top of Italy. Germany's eyes were narrowed, his grin never faltered. 'The last one...' he thought.
"BANG BANG MUDDAFAHKAZ!" Germany screeched. "GERMANY IS HOME!"
Italy shoved the dead corpse off of himself, his eyes turning to normal.
"Wah! Germany! What happened?!" Italy cried out in confusion.
Germany replaced the guns and kept grinning. Finally, he gave a reply.
"Violence happened," Germany replied snarkily.
Italy shook with fear. Germany pulled out the grenade, ripped out the ring, and lobbed it at the ground.
"POOF BITCHES!" Germany yelled.
BOOM!