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1. Canada.
"Matthew, or, of course, Canada, tends to wear casual clothes around the office. Of course, we can't stop him, because he's Canada, and he normally at least wears patriotic clothes, so pay his casual style no mind." -Canada's previous boss.
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"Good morning, sir!" Canada said cheerily as he pushed open the office door.
Canada's boss looked at his nation's clothes. Sneakers, sweatpants and a Team Canada pullover sweater. Comparing this to his own outfit, a suit, complete with a tie and dress shoes, there was quite a large difference.
"Canada, you realize this is a professional establishment? You should not be wearing something so casual here..." His boss mumbled.
Canada just looked at him with a blank look, "Well, ouais, but it's technically MY professional establishment. So, I can dress how I want."
"I am the prime minister of Canada."
"I AM Canada."
The two engaged in a small staring contest as Canada pulled his hood off and stuffed his hands into his pocket, blond hair falling around his shoulders.
"This building is technically part of me. So, I do what I want. Rest assured, if I NEED do dress up all fancy like, I will." Canada told his boss, looking directly into his eyes.
Canada's boss just sighed, "Fine." He said, slightly irritated by his nation's antics. Oh well. At least he didn't have America. Or Italy. Or anyone. He was one of the lucky ones.