"Brooooo," America whined. "Are you ready? You're taking too long."

"Sorry, I have to shave my legs for the costume." Canada pulled on the green shorts.

Every year, the North America twins went to comic con in their favorite group costumes. Last year, Captain America and Winter Soldier, the year before that, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, this year, Batman and Robin. They had spent the entire year perfecting their costumes and act. Yes, of course they were doing a performance. Yes, they may have used their nation status to guarantee a slot. Of course, that came at an expense. At the end of the day, they would have to do a panel, but until then, they were free to enjoy their anonymity.

They entered the building and their senses were bombarded with information. Booths were set up selling anything you could imagine, the lines for panels were already out the door, and the overwhelming scent of junk food. Best brotherly bonding time ever!

America made a beeline for the food line while Canada bought some new comics.

Canada was still browsing through some comics when America showed up with food.

"Whatcha looking for?" America asked.

"Wolverine comics," Canada explained. "He's an iconic Canadian superhero. We need more Canadian superheroes."

America shrugged and took a bite of pizza. "Wolverine is overrated. The other X-Men are better."

"You can shut your mouth."

America swung an arm around Canada. "Whatever bro," he said with a mouthful of food.

"Batman! Robin! Over here!"

"Eh!?"

"Come on broski!"

They were invited to a group of Gotham cosplayers. They took pictures, talked about their favorite characters, and discussed the best storylines, recommended some series for newbies to DC, and generally had a good time.

"So which Robin are you?" Riddler asked.

Canada shrugged. "I'm the original Dick Grayson, but it doesn't really matter."

"Of course it matters," Poison Ivy jumped in. "We all know Tim Drake is the best Robin."

"You are incorrect. Obviously it's Jason Todd," said Red Hood.

"Excuse you! Carrie Kelley is fantastic and deserved better!"

Eventually they came to the consensus that all Robins are amazing and went back to admiring each other's costumes. Although that did take several lectures about the merits of lesser known Robins and a brief history on Robin. What can you say? Canada is a nerd and proud.

"What about Marvel?" Asked Nightwing.

"What about Marvel?"

"What do you think about it? I've never read or seen any of their stuff. Is it good?"

"In my opinion," a different Robin began. "I don't like it. I prefer DC, but they do have some good stuff."

"The Marvel Cinematic Universe is pretty good, so that's a good place to start if you want to watch the movies. Just make sure you watch ALL the credits," said Red Hood.

It turned into a friendly debate about Marvel vs DC which Canada politely excused himself from and joined America who was talking to four other Batmans.

They left the group to find some food and a (more) quiet corner in the convention.

In one of the many corners of Comic Con, there was a stage, and on that stage, many talented people performed. This year, those people would include America and Canada.

"Next up!" The announcer yelled. "Batman and Robin!"

The crowd cheered and the background music began to play.

America began to sing. "We're like long lost brothers who have found each other,"

"And love each other like family." Canada finished.

A lot of snapping, getting distracted by a dog, and lifting Canada to sit on his shoulder later.

"We're wingmen, my vision is blurred." They sang together. "For the tears of joy. No more dark, sad, lonely knights."

"Buddies!"

"Bros!"

"Homies!"

"Amigos!"

"Pizza!" Canada slapped America

"Nintendo!" America slapped him back.

"Woo woo let's go!"

After a kickline and a techno revamp of the chorus, their song was over and they took their bows.

"There you have it folks! Batman and Robin with Dynamic Duet!"

"Broooo! That was awesome!" America gave Canada a fist bump as soon as they were offstage.

"Eh, that was so much fun!"

"Batman! Robin! Your costumes look so good!" A random fan dressed as Gambit said. "Mind if we get a picture?"

"No problem!" America said. "Your costumes look great too! Where'd you get the contacts? Did you do the wig yourself?"

"I made the wig myself," said the lady dressed as Rouge. "My name is Jada by the way."

"I got the contacts custom made from my optometrist. I'm blind as a bat without them. I'm Gary by the way," said Gary.

"I'm Alfred! This is my brother Matthew." Alfred shook their hands.

"Huh," Jada said. "You two look familiar for some reason. I feel like I should know you."

Canada shrugged. "We get that a lot."

They took a couple pictures together, exchanged cards, and parted ways. America and Canada really enjoyed posing with their batarangs that they made. It was super cool and they were proud of how well their costumes turned out.

"Looks like it's almost time for our panel," Canada said.

America smirked. "We have time for one more thing, but first we should get changed."

"You have plenty of dumb ideas, but this is one of your more idiotic ones," said Canada.

America beamed. "Thanks bro! That means a lot!"

"That was not a compliment."

"Your words of encouragement are my inspiration to come up with ridiculous plans," America pretended not to hear his twin. "Ooh! We should take a barrel down Niagara Falls!"

"We should not!"

"I know you'd love it!"

They got several weird looks from the people around them, but they were used to that by now. They were currently in line to sign up for a look-alike contest. Specifically a nation look-alike contest. Despite Canada's protest, him and America dressed up in their everyday clothes and entered as themselves. They had to use fake names of course, it would be too suspicious for Alfred and Matthew to enter a look-alike contest for Alfred and Matthew. Even if their human names weren't used that often.

"What's going to happen if we actually win?" Canada whispered sharply. "Oh, hey, sorry, we totally cheated. How do you think they're going to feel?"

America shrugged. "Relax, they'd be so happy that they actually get to meet us that they'll forget all about it."

Canada shook his head. "How come I got all the brains and you're stuck with none? That doesn't seem fair."

America laughed. "We're two halves of a whole idiot, bro!"

Eventually they moved up in the line and made their way to the competition.

"Sorry, excuse me, sorry. Where do contestants for Canada go?" Canada asked.

"Over to the left, next to Russia." One of the event coordinators directed him.

"What about the totally awesome hero America?" America asked, being more annoying than usual.

"To the right, between England and France," the event coordinator said.

America patted him on the back, hard. "Thanks dude!"

The coordinator winced.

Canada grabbed his brother's arm before he could walk off. "Just promise me you won't get competitive over this."

"What? Me? Competitive?" America had the audacity to be offended.

"You know what I mean," Canada gave him a soft glare. "I can't believe I agreed to this. Stay low! Don't draw attention to yourself."

"No problem." America waved him off. "Even though I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Al!"

"I promise I won't be competitive."

That promise lasted less than a minute. America was a competitive little shit. He couldn't help it, it was in his nature. Just like he has to be the hero, he has to be the center of attention.

"And a drumroll for the best America look-alike!"

Canada put down his runner up Canada look-alike to do a reluctant drumroll.

"Big round of applause for Ethan Wyatt!"

Canada could hear his brother's gasp from the back of the crowd over all the cheering.

"With runner ups Liam Duke and Danica McGregor!"

America fell off the stage.

"Did you have to make that big a scene?" Canada sighed.

"Of course! How dare they? My costume is way better than all the other's. And how dare they say that I'm too tall and not thin enough to pull off this costume?"

"First of all, not a costume," Canada bonked America with his soda cup. "Second of all, the officials didn't say that, you got in a fight with another cosplayer and they said that."

America grumbled.

"You're just mad that you got 19th place out of 25."

"I can't believe it! They don't know the real deal when it's right in front of them," America said. "They said other people look more like me than I do!"

"It's okay." Canada patted his back. "You'll get over it."

Eventually, it was time for the North America twins to do a panel of their own. It would be the last panel of the day and a surprise for all the attendees of Comic Con.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, and honored guests in the middle, stay tuned! We are having a surprise panel with special guests that you will not want to miss! They've been here all day mingling with the crowd undercover! On in 15 minutes!" The announcer's voice rang over a crowd of excited whispers.

"What if it's Oprah?"

"No way! I heard a rumor it might be the Avengers cast."

"That'd be so cool!"

"What if they're disappointed it's us, eh?" Canada wrung his hands in worry. "I mean, the announcer hyped us up a lot."

"They're gonna love us, Mattie!" America reassured him. "You got this!"

"Are you two ready?" The panel manager asked.

America and Canada nodded.

"Great, you're on when they introduce you."

"Brofist?"

"Eh, why not, brofist."

"Now introducing, one of the most famous pairs of twins ever! They've been around longer than any of us have been alive and have been coming to SDCC since it was invented! America and Canada!"

America and Canada took their spots on the stage across from an interviewer.

"Welcome to SDCC," their interviewer, Dennis Nguyen, said. "How is it this year?"

"Oh boy, it's been a lot of fun! Can't wait to come back next year!" America answered at ease in front of the crowd.

"So, what's been going on?"

America and Canada recapped their adventure of a day. They talked about their performance of Dynamic Duet. Many people laughed about America losing the America look-alike contest horribly. They talked about how many amazing and talented people they meet at con over the years. America got to rant about how none of the England cosplayers got the eyebrow size right.

"Question from the audience!"

An audience member stood up with a microphone. "Question for Canada. What's the biggest difference between you and America?"

Canada thought for a moment. "Well," he began.

"We can't hear you!" Someone yelled.

Canada blushed. "America is really tough. He has to be. He doesn't have free health care."

The crowd roared with laughter.

America put his hand to his chest, offended. "Bro! How rude."

"Which country cooks the best food?"

"All countries have unique foods that all taste amazing," said America. "Except England, his cooking sucks.

"He's serious. If I wasn't kind of immortal, it would've killed me," said Canada.

Questions continued on for about another hour before Comic Con had to close for the night. They said goodbye to the audience, thanked SDCC for having them, and took a couple pictures with fans. All in all, a good day.

"Eh! Alfred, we're on TV," Canada said.

"Oo, weely?" Alfred tried to say while brushing his teeth.

"We made World News. First Nation interview done outside of the media."

"Cool beans."

"Clips of it are everywhere! We're being made into memes."

"It's about time. Oh look, they have a video of our song!" America began playing the video on his phone.

"Great, pictures of me in green short-shorts all over the internet." Canada rolled his eyes.

"I know right?"

"Sarcasm Alfred, sarcasm."

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