Notes: I've been thinking over the whole camera stuff and I've thought of a solution. Italics mean that someone is talking directly to the camera while normal text is the camera catching the scene. Thank you for the support and following along. Enjoy~

Black fades into an office, American flags and cheap looking ornaments scattered around the desk of a certain and strangely quiet regional Jones sits in his chair, face down looking at his desk until he suddenly screams. "TODAYS THE DAY!" A grin spreads across his face as he greets the camera, eyes widening like a mad gasps and a groan are heard from the background as the workers recover from the screech.

The camera cuts again and the setting changes to a familar parking lot with cars varying from a Chinese food truck to a flashy white car that seems far too exspensive for an office worker's seems well as a woman with brown hair to her hip that bounces as she walks toward the building. Elizaveth even seems to be humming a little song as she greets her work place.

Out of no where, two muscly arms reach around her and a blonde head pops up behind her. Before she has the chance to react he loudly exclaims,"TODAYS THE DA-"

THWack! "What did I tell you about sneaking on me, Alfred?" She regains her comspure and clutches her purple purse (or weapon) close to her chest. The taller American quickly mutters apologies as Elizaveth retorts about how next time she'll be carrying her trusty frying pan.

"I think he got, what? Seven people, I think before someone had to drag Matthew from HR into threaten him with sexual harassment claims" Yet again the pondering German sits in the chair, tapping his chin alone in the familiar reflection room. Soon the camera cuts back to Alfred

Alfred looks at the camera then gestures a hand toward an albino man who tapped his keyboard in a rhythm and bobbed his head a little to it. Like a fox stalking it's prey he slowly crept up behind him before slapping a hand down on Gilbert's shoulder blade. Before Alfred could even start to scream his new catch phrase, the Prussian yelped loudly and spun around. "What was that?!"Alfred's mouth hung open for a little while and quietly stuttered out. "today's.."

"What? Today is what?" His anger quickly turned into curiousity. "it's uh it's.." Alfred looked to the ground and pursed his lips together. "Spit it o-" Quickly, spinning toward the camera and getting far too close, Alfred screeched again. "TODAYS THE DAY~!"After this, the camera panned out of the close up to look at the other workers. Yao, beside the copier was holding his hands over his ears. Also making sure to give him a death glare. Matthew by the water dispenser hid his face in his hands and an eyebrow raised Frenchman looked straight into the camera.

"This is why I stopped coming in early", a deadpanned Yao Wang as now sitting in the chair. His long, brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail as he winced due to hearing Alfred strike another person behind him. "Stupid people need to stop wasting my time!" He yelled out in his thick Chinese accent to the others beyond the window.

A swift stride, thumped the office floors. Purple eyed Ivan was coming into the office at the exact time the hour hit. Brief case in hand he briskly strode toward his desk. "Morning, Ivan" Came a British greeting from a smiling Arthur who pretended to be writing information onto a notepad. A closer zoom in from the camera shown it was doodles of fairy tale creatures and a bunny.. With wings? A curt nod from the Russian as he started taking various papers out of the case. Francis looked up to Ivan and with a smile and wave, he looked back at Alfred who was sitting in his office.

The Regional Manager saw Ivan and Francis' hint, he jogged in front of assistant to the regional manager. He slowly leaned into Ivan and did his trademark catch shot his face up quickly, a look of shock. "What day?" He asked, complete seriousness in his thick Russian accent. "The day" Alfred replied, grinning. "No no, what day, specifically I-" Ivan rambled on as Alfred's grin slowly left his face. In attempt to shut up Ivan. "THE DAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

As the regional manager's screams and head salesman's confused stuttering droned out the intro played.

Author Notes: Sorry its been long, to be truthful, this has been in my files for ages and I've just had no motivation. This is a fairly small bit but I'm not too into hetalia at the minute. Honestly I'd be willing to give this story to someone if they want it, message me if you'd be interested but right now I don't think I'll be updating it any time soon sorry. ALSO THANKS FOR THE REVIEW, I do not know how to properly paragraph haha uh oops. Anywho cya