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Cosplay and Conventions
Alfred checked his appearance in the mirror one last time. After much coaxing he had gotten his cowlick to lay down flat. His normal glasses were in the pocket of the off-white frock coat he wore. Instead he wore a entirely different pair of half circle glasses. He spoke a few words. His attention was on how he said them. He repeated it to himself and then a broad smile broke across his face. The accent was perfect.

When he left the house he thought about how today was going to be a great day. Many of the nations would be in costume at the convention. They would never expect him to be dressed as non-American character. He had worked long and hard at everything, even going so far as to start speaking in the accent he had worked so hard to get rid of two hundred years ago. He would be hiding right under everyone’s noses and the wouldn’t realize it was him. He was positive that this year he would be the last one recognized and caught by Hungary and Japan.

He tossed a cricket ball up and down and caught it in his hands. He hadn’t really played since Arthur had banned him from competition for not being part of the British Empire. Now, when approached with the subject of cricket he would refuse to play or feign ignorance. The character’s passion for cricket was one of the reasons he picked this costume.

When he got to the convention center it was warm inside despite the air conditioning. The many bodies plus the sweater and frock coat he wore was part of the reason. He gave an inner laugh. No one would suspect that America would be dressed as the Doctor. They would expect him to be Captain Kirk or Naruto. Yes, he was very confident he would win this year.