Notes: I do not own any of the characters, some may be altered to fit in with this universe but I have tried to keep them close to the original.
Keep in mind that they aren't global superpowers anymore but office workers and this is heavily based off of The Office US. Try and guess who is who! (May contain some office romance like FRUK.. maybe ROCHU we shall see) Apologies if the camera stuff is a little confusing, normally the office has scenes when people directly talk to the camera in a separate room and then scenes when the camera is just catching something as it happens, Hopefully you'll be able to tell the difference. ;) ENJOY~

A camera catches a middle aged man with a strong jaw line and slicked back blonde hair who looks to be pondering to himself in a chair. After a couple of seconds, he looks directly into it.

"Only few weeks ago did I start working here but you really start to notice a few things.." As the thick German accented man pauses, the camera pans over across the excited red haired man that is trying to cook a bowl of spaghetti in an open toaster oven and screeches as it explodes. Spaghetti remains slowly slide down the toaster oven window like the tears that roll down the Italian's face"They are.. Interesting people, you could say" Another cut to a Hungarian laughter as a short tempered and reddish brown haired man wakes up with salami on his face, yelling, "ELIZAVEEEETH YOU JERK BASTARD!".


Once again the German looks at the camera with an interested face taps his chin. "But the real kicker, is the routine people can get into when we spend so much time together." A new face is sitting in the chair now, chin length blonde hair and a stubble beard who seems to be confused and slightly blushing. It takes him a little while but eventually he stares back at the camera and opens his mouth.

"He said that? I wouldn't call it that it's just.."

"When the day is boring sometimes I see that glint in Francis' eye when he looks around" Ludwig is now looking over his shoulder through the office window at Francis' desk as he speaks to the camera.

Cut to Francis rubbing under his eyes and groaning at his desk that has half done paperwork sitting on it before looking at Arthur, curiously. The Brit seems to be trying his best not to scream at a client on the phone but his patience looks to be wearing thin. He's tapping the desk in an attempt to keep his cool but this client seems to be persistent in pushing his buttons.

"Someone has to liven this dump up.. Maybe Ludwig is jealous? Every thought of that?" The Frenchman is now crossing his arms as he sits facing directly across from the camera.

Francis turns from the agitated secretary to look at Ivan who appears to be in an extreme focus, typing on his computer at a fast pace. As if a literal light bulb appears above his blonde head, the salesman grins to himself and then toward the camera who is catching this from across the room.

"I never thought they would get along with the amount of shouting they do" Ludwig turns back toward the camera and visibly shrugs.

Francis starts to tap his hands on the table after a while it resembles a beat, glancing toward a not so happy looking short blonde man who sets the phone down. It takes a few seconds but eventually Arthur looks over and squints his eyes from the secretary desk and starts whistling while a smile starting to form on his face. Ivan's face begins to twitch.

"Arthur just happened to be having a bad day today, heck so was I.. The kettle breaking really takes a toll on us all" The Frenchman bashfully says to the camera before pushing his lips together. He holds up a kettle with a yellow post-it note on it. 'R. I. P Kirkland's only friend' scribbled in curly joint writing.

"I think in those moments, it is like a mutual agreement to annoy the hell out of Ivan" A small smile has crawled onto Ludwig's face.


After that a beat box sound starts coming from Gilbert's desk as he nods his head to the sound. Ivan takes a slow blink and an even slower sigh. Next, comes clapping to the beat as Feliks dances in with a pile of faxes that he plonks onto the secretary desk. While swinging his hips and laughing of course."This is supposed to be a working environment guys.." After Ivan's polite protest and a shared look between Francis and Arthur the two slowly raise their various human instruments louder and the rest of the office soon follows."THE POSTER CLEARLY STATES TO LOWLY TALK WHILE WE ARE WORKING, FRANCIS!" Ivan is now standing and pointed to a noise level poster and at this point even Yao is tapping his feet to the music. Felancio across him is also dancing along and playing pretend drums with two pencil drumsticks.

"Well then, someone should be reporting you mon ami, I cannot work with that shouting" Francis retorts, still tapping with his eyebrows raised and a pout on his face.

Hearing all the noise, Alfred now bounds out of his office, a curious look on his tanned face. "Woah woah wha-..."Taking a look at his surroundings and seeing everyone is having a good time apart from maybe Matthew who is quietly trying to get the others to stop, Alfred gives a wild smile to the camera that is catching this. The frustrated Russian is now looking at his superior for some sort of control to this high school musical madness but the American boss starts tuning and then proceeding to play an air guitar between the space of Ivan and Arthur's desks.

Ivan blinks and slowly looks up to the camera (like its the office) and does a piss poor version of Francis's table tapping, glaring at the same man as he does.

The camera cuts and it is Ludwig again, smiling to himself as Francis and Arthur high five on the way to the break room. "A shitty job.. But I would be lying if I didn't say the people are not-" He is cut off by loud arguing by the same people who just walked by, in the break room. The german man reluctantly puts a hand to his head.

"Being an intern is the worst"