A Haughty Prince

Arthur glared at the haughty aristocrat that stood in front of him. "My kingdom will NOT plummet!" He yelled at him, stamping his foot on the ground like a child.

The aristocrat, name Alfred, laughed. "It will! You have hardly any money or any resources! You're only a novice!"

This caused the shorter male to glare; his bright green eyes frowning into brighter blue ones. "I have you know I am three years older than you and have more experience than you ever will!" He was yelling now, and passersby were starting to stare at them.

Alfred glared back, but bit his tongue to keep from retorting in public. They were in the town square of Alfred's kingdom and people were bustling about. But now, many had stopped and were watching the two men as they argued.

"Let's just go. We'll discuss this back at my castle." The dirty blonde huffed as he dragged the shorter male down away from the village and towards his castle.

"But! I still have to get my oranges and pickles!" The Brit whined. "Too bad. You'll have to get them later, I'm afraid." He replied with a sour tone.

They made it to Alfred's castle, and the arguing continued. "You are such a buffoon!" Arthur cried out, flailing somewhat. "Am not!" Alfred countered. "Why don't you go back to your demure little French wife?" Arthur blushed brightly. "Sh-She is not my wife! She's too hirsute!" He shrieked out.

Alfred peered at the blonde in front of him. He was a few inches taller than him, causing him to have to look down. "Are you still trying to be a vegetarian? You look a little skinny." He stated.

Arthur blinked and was silent for a few moments. "No I am not! I have you know I am a carnivore just like you!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Do you need any gas before you leave?" He answered with a bored tone. "Just be sure not to wither anything as you go."