Day 7: Your OTP cosplaying
"Come on, Alfred," Kiku insisted, attempting to coax the American out of the car. "You look very handsome. Now please, come outside."
"But... I look ridiculous!" he could hear the blonde's voice complaining. "This was a bad idea dressing up like this..."
The raven rolled his eyes. "Everyone here is dressed up." It was true: Kiku decided that to pay back for Alfred's kindness and their date to the amusement park, he would take him to an anime convention in his own country. The cosplay here always ranged from frilly lolita dresses, robots, ninjas, shinigami, demon butlers, to even a traditional Vocaloid or two. Of course, it was Kiku who organized their cosplay. This time, he decided to arrange for them to be characters from not the same anime, but the same video game: Okami. That is why the raven stood now garbed in purple, a green helmet with antennae on his head, and a green cape tied around his neck to represent the bouncy, intelligent Poncle, Issun. He even carried an enlarged paintbrush that doubled as his sword, Denkomaru, though of course it was fake.
Fed up, Kiku said, "Alfred, if you don't come out, then you'll miss the giant hamburger cosplayer I'm looking at right now."
"WHAT? WHERE?" The raven tried to hide his grin of victory when the blonde burst out of the car. "...Wait a minute." He lifted his mask to glare at the smaller man, but despite the strong, menacing-like aura of his character, he still looked adorable. Even so, the blonde seemed to visibly relax when he noticed the range of costume in the crowds of people. Kiku even caught a flash of excitement in his blue eyes.
The first character that came into Kiku's mind when he thought of who Alfred should cosplay as was none other than the Oina warrior, Okikurumi, knowing it perfectly suited him. Now the blonde was dressed exactly as the heroic fighter: dark blue short-sleeved shirt with pants of the same color, round blue guards on his wrists, a crimson vest decorated with white designs, a red belt, and brown leather shoes. Though the most prominent features of his costume were Oki's mask, which looked like the face of a blue bear with black eyes and red irises, and long, black, pointy ears. A representation of Oki's silver sword, Kutone, hung in a sheath at his belt, also fake. Kiku couldn't help but stand back and admire the work of art; Alfred truly looked like the hero of the famed Oina wolf tribe of the harsh, freezing North. If only he had the ability to turn into a wolf as well, just as the members of the tribe could.
"Anyway," Alfred continued, obviously over his anger with Kiku. "Why did you invite Taiwan anyway?"
"Well, we need our heroine, don't we?" he answered, a hint of pride in his voice. "Mei-chan agreed to go as the beautiful sun goddess, Amaterasu for us."
"Wait, but isn't Amaterasu a wolf?"
"Yes, but she'll be the gijinka version - a humanized representation of Amaterasu-sama, if you will. And also," he added hesitantly, "we needed someone to be Waka, and France..."
Alfred whirled towards him. "You invited the frog?!"
"I apologize," the raven shrugged. "He seemed fit for the job." After all, to complete their group they needed the lovable, half-baked prophet, didn't they? Plus, he even spoke some French.
"Whatever," the blonde scoffed. "As long as I'm the hero."
Kiku chuckled. "Of course, Alfred. You'll always be the hero."
