Stereotypes
"So," America said and shot a grin at Canada. "I guess it's my turn now." Canada's frown was momentary and fleeting, barely there. But America still noticed it. His grin got wider, turning into a proper smile. "You ready for me to act like a jerk?" He asked teasingly.
"But, aren't you always?" Mathew asked back musingly.
"Hey!"
Canada snapped his arm out in front of his face to and looked at his watch. "Oh, look at the time. We'd better get going then. It's all your turn now." He said as he hurried out the door. Slamming the door behind himself.
America nodded to himself and hurried after his brother. "Yep, yep. Can't be late for my turn, now can we? Wait a minute. Germany gave us to do this project in. It's only been what-a day? Dude, c'mon, get back here!" Alfred ran again to catch up to his brother again, the little speed-walker.
"Hmm? What was that, Alfred?" Mathew asked as he heard his brother come up beside him.
"How can we possibly be late for my turn-hey! Don't ignore me, Mattie."
"Huh, I don't know, Alfie. I just had a feeling that we need to get going right then."
Alfred glared at him, but Mathew kept smiling facing forward. Then he shot Alfred a quick grin and winked.
"Uh-huh." Alfred grunted, unconvinced.
Mathew hummed. Then he stopped with the facade, dropping his unconcerned smiling and turned to his brother, enveloping him in a warm hug.
"I'm sorry, Alfie, I just had to. That was the last stereotype, I promise."
Alfred looked stunned, then nodded dumbfounded with growing awareness of what had just happened. "Oh, yeah, passive aggressiveness. Right."
The rest of their trip to the airport was uneventful.