In Which Prince Rolande Meets His Match

He giggled more.

"I don't think so."

"...I am leaving right now!" he snapped suspiciously, heading for the door. "Good day, Your Majesty!"

"If you leave, you'll never ally with me, and Portugal will never aid you in whatever task you need!"

He paused.

"...What do you want from me, Monsieur?"

He smiled slyly.

"Just to spend time with you, is all~"

He snorted, hiding his face behind his fan.

"Well I have no desire to spend time with you. I must become affianced to dear Callahan as soon as possible, and you, Monsieur--ill-clad and audacious as you are--are in my way."

He giggled.

"You would do well to remember that Portugal will be your best ally if you do ally with us."

"Then speak to my parents," he snapped. "I want nothing to do with you."

"But you have to."

"...Fine, then I just won't ally with your stupid country!" he insisted childishly, pouting. "Getting into my darling Cal's pants is infinitely more precious."