In Which Prince Rolande Meets His Match

Prince Rolande Perroy VI of France pranced around his bedroom, preening and humming along to the melody from a music box on the dresser. He blew a kiss to himself in the mirror; he absolutely had to look his best if he was ever going to get into that precious Callahan's pants. So far, he had played nice to no avail--sooner or later, he'd have to step up his game. And he planned to do it with styyyyyyle!

As he did another pirouette, the skirt of his gown fluttering gratuitously, a page knocked on the door.

"Your Highness, the Prince of Portugal has arrived."

Rolande paused, frowning. He had completely forgotten about the meeting today with Portuguese royalty. Sighing deeply, he hiked up his skirts and flounced out of the room.

"Tell him to meet me in my throne room, then--I trust the toys I tried with my darling Cal last time have been removed?" The page nodded, and Rolande made his way to the throne room with utmost haste; the sooner this was over, the better.

Bernardo Agostinho I, the first only because he had created Portugal himself, was sitting in a throne that was being carried by his servants. His clothes were, undeniably, fabulous. Except, they were something you definitely didn't want to see on a man like him. In fact, he was big and masculine and hairy. Yet, the cute, frilly outfit he wore was far too revealing and did not suite him in the least.

Even so, he sat in an effeminate pose as he waited for the prince. He had heard so many...things about him, he was excited to meet him. Perhaps they would get along?

He chuckled to himself; of course they would get along! Everyone liked Bernardo Adostinho I! Or, at least, he thought they did.

Rolande flounced into the room in a rather casual fashion, his skirts still hiked up to just below the knee; upon seeing Bernardo, he dropped them. Just the thought of this man seeing his socks made him feel in need of a shower.

"...I take it you are his Highness, Bernardo of Portugal?" he said, with a respectful curtsy. "I am Prince Rolande Perroy of France."

He giggled in a way no man his age or stature should giggle. Hiding behind a nice fan, he batted his, erm, pretty eyelashes.

"That would be me~" He said, giggling again. "It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"...I see we share a similar fashion sense," he said, his smiled pained. Rolande knew very well that his taste in clothes was not suited to so hairy a man.

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Except, I work it better!" He exclaimed arrogantly. Or maybe 'completely, retardedly oblivious' was the right term.

"Oh, I wouldn't quite use those words," he said bitchily, still smiling. "So, what brings you to France?"

"I don't normally leave Portugal, but I thought it would be best for this affair." He fanned himself. "But I would like to form an alliance with you, my dear!"

He nodded.

"...I'm uh, sure that can be arranged--we can have a contract drawn up and we can both sign it. You know, perhaps you had better speak with the King and Queen." And get out of my hair, he added silently.

"No, it has to be you." He insisted, batting his eyelashes again.

"...May I ask why?"

He grinned.

"Because I like you~"

He frowned.

"...But you can negotiate an alliance with them. I'm not needed--to be honest, I have a prior engagement today..."

"Well, now you don't!" He said cheerily. "If it's not with you, I won't make an alliance!"

He glared.

"The papers aren't even ready yet--we can't do anything today, in any case."

"Oh, right, well, that just means time for a tea party!"

"No, I'm leaving," he said, pouting childishly. "True love is at stake."

"Which is why you should stay!" He said insistently.

Rolande gave him an odd look.

"...My true love is in England."

He giggled.

"I think he's right in this room~"

Rolande's face lit up.

"My cute little Callahan is in here?!~ Oh, where is he hiding--I must catch him before he runs again~"

He giggled.

"Not quite."

He glared, crossing his arms.

"So you lied."

"Nooope~"

"Then where is my Callahan?!" he snapped impatiently. "He is the only one for me."