The Dark And Hollow Pastas

Chapter Three

"Guys, we're in trouble." Canada shouted from the kitchen a few days into their seclusion.
"Vhat is it zhis time?" Germany groaned. The day before he had made a big scene over forgetting the lyrics to a Celine Dion song. He was only soothed when the other countries assured him that France would tell him when he arrived.
"We're out of eggs."
"Eggs? Seriously?" Germany groaned. And he thought Italy was bothersome about food...
"Yes. And we need them to make pancakes eh?" Canada's voice scratched through the air like Belarus's did when she got angry.
"Are pancakes really zhat important?"
"Yes. Without pancakes I'll probably show my true self...and that's not very pretty."
"Stop acting like Italy und eat somezhing else."
"You don't understand." Canada emerged from the kitchen, his fingernails clawing against his abdomen. "What if I took away your wurst, b'y? What then, Eh b'y? What then?"
"Calm down, Canada."
"OH THE GOOD 'OL HOCKEY GAME!" He fell to the floor, rocking back and forth.
"What's wrong with him?" Sweden entered the room, having switched guard duties with Finland.
"He needs eggs to make pancakes." Germany groaned.
"Canada? Is there a farm around here somewhere we can steal a chicken from?" Sweden asked.
"Steal?" Germany grimaced.
"In case you haven't noticed, the world is ending. One chicken to provide eggs is a worthwhile investment."
"Two hours." Canada rasped. The poor guy looked rabid.
"Huh?"
"There's a farm two hours away from here. I've got a cat carrier in the basement. LET'S DO THIS!"
"We could also use a cow or something too. Milk is useful." Sweden started to turn, but Germany stopped him.
"How could jou go along vith zhis."
"It could be practical for when the others get here. You know how picky some of them are with their food."
Germany sighed, remembering how Italy, and sometimes even Japan acted during the war.
"Fine. Do vhat jou vant. But be careful."
"Thanks, b'y." Canada picked himself up. "I think I can hold myself together for a few hours."