Ya'll requested it, so I gave it. I'm probably going to turn this into a series of one shots.
Story 2: Naveen's First Meeting
Naveen hummed softly to himself as he flounced up the steps of the Beast's Castle. He had been to France multiple times in his life, but for some reason he never noticed the enormous stone castle in the woods. You would think someone would have pointed it out to him. Well, then again, he didn't exactly use to come to France for the architecture…
Shaking it off, he knocked on the door. A small, round man opened the door, a strait mustache on his chin like the hands of a clock.
"Hello, your highness, I assume you are here for the Disney Prince meeting?" The man asked, "I'm Cogsworth-" he paused when he noticed Naveen trying (and failing) to contain his laughter. "And. I. Will. Lead. You. To. The. Room. Sir…" the last word sounding rather like a growl.
"Ah, Cogsworth, loosen up! The man is only enjoying life, eh?" Said a much thinner man, grabbing Naveen by the arm, "Come, sir, this way."
"Uh, okay…" He said nervously, following. He was led to a towering door in the middle of the hall, having to be at least fifteen feet tall. Glancing up to the top, he wondered what kind of room could be beyond a door like that.
When the doors opened, they revealed a breathtaking ballroom. Incredibly high ceilings were painted with angels and golden skies, a sparking diamond chandelier providing the light. The other end was adorned with ceiling-high windows leading out to a dark patio.
Naveen finally looked down to see...well, not the most masculine bunch. Dressed in mostly medieval to early 1700s suits, they looked rather ridiculous (Naveen himself was in his signature newsboy outfit, preferring it to his own cheesy prince lily pad ensemble)
There were a few decent ones, though; there was a really buff Asian guy that Naveen decided he did not want to cross talking to a young Middle Eastern kid dressed as traditional Arabian royalty. An almost as buff blonde man with a gun strapped on his back was on the other end of the room. Naveen hoped he didn't have that gun for a reason.
"Are you Prince Naveen?" Said a long haired man approaching him. "I'm Prince Adam."
Naveen gave him a blank stare.
"…The Beast."
"Ohh…well, yes, I am Prince Naveen of Maldonia. I—why are you all laughing?" He glared at the other princes, who were chuckling to themselves.
"I apologize, dear sir," said a rather prissy man with short black hair, "It's just…your accent…"
"Yes, what Charming said," Said Adam, "Its rather…unusual."
"Why? It's my native country's. Actually, why do you all have American accents? I mean, none of you are from the US…"
"Doesn't everyone have a voice like this?" asked one of the older princes.
"Uhh…no." Naveen sighed. "Bea—I mean Adam, you're from France, aren't you?"
"Of course."
"Then why don't you have a French accent? I mean, one of your servants does, yes?"
Adam stared at him for a long time. "I…I don't know." He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking.
"Let's change the subject." One of the princes said, "Let's talk about our wives!"
"Oh yes, of course!"
"What else would we do?"
"Okay…" Naveen said. He noticed the buff Asian and blond guys looked about as interested as he was. A bunch of guys getting together to talk about their wives? What was this strange land?
"Naveen, what was the song you sang when you first looked into the eyes of your beloved?" Asked one man. "My name is Phillip, by the way."
"Um…I kind of didn't sing…really."
"You DIDN'T?" Said a prince Naveen hadn't noticed before. "How did you tell her you had fallen deeply in love at the first sight or her lovely face?"
"Who are you?"
"The Prince."
"The Prince of what?'
"The Prince."
"I know, but the Prince of what?"
"The Prince."
"The Prince of what!?"
"The Prince! I'm The Prince!"
"THE PRINCE OF WHAT!?" Naveen shouted in frustration. The Prince slipped back, started.
"The Prince. It's my name!"
"Wait," Naveen cocked his head, "You name is actually just 'The Prince'?"
"Yes!"
"Oh." The Prince of Maldonia smiled weakly.
"Naveen," said Phillip, "Still, you surely know how it feels to look at the first woman you were ever, ever with and know, just know, that she is the one."
"First woman I was ever with?"
"Well of course, you wouldn't have actually seen other women before you met your True Love, did you? That's just ridiculous!"
"Uh…." Naveen rubbed his neck. "Define 'seeing other women.'"
"Are you trying to say that you were in love before you met her!?" The Prince exclaimed, all the others with the same look of surprise.
"Love, no." At least that part was true. "But you seriously can't be telling me you hadn't…you know…been with another girl before you met your wife. I mean, that's just crazy. We're all guys, no?" Naveen laughed, expecting them to join him. However, their looks of surprise quickly changed to disgust.
"Does your wife know?" Charming asked.
"Oh, trust me, she knows. Tiana doesn't care, though."
"Well, you should be thrilled she showed you that kind of mercy." Said another black haired man.
"Who are you?" He asked
"Eric."
Naveen raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you the one who almost married the Vanessa woman? The one that turned out to be the witch?"
Eric's jaw dropped. "How do you know that?"
"Tiana's with the Disney Princesses, remember?"
The rest of the Princes turned to look at Eric, who looked like he wanted to sink into the floor. Naveen smirked.
"I was under a spell, all right?" He said timidly.
"Men," Adam said, "We all have things we're not proud of. I was not a model citizen when I was turned into the Beast. I am afraid I did not treat my current wife with all the respect she deserves."
The princes nodded, and resumed talking about how gorgeous their wives are. Naveen slumped over in boredom. That is, until Adam took his shoulder and walked him away.
"Is there a problem?" Naveen asked.
"No. I just thought you should meet the other princes." Adam laughed to himself, "You gave them quite a surprise over there. You've really been with other women?"
"That is an understatement." Naveen mumbled.
"Well, you are a twentieth century boy. Who knows how they act?" Adam frowned. "Actually, I guess I can't be talking. I was a bit of a spoiled child."
"I've heard."
"Hello." Said the Asian man Naveen noticed earlier. "General Shang."
"A general? Not a prince?"
"No. Is that a problem?" Shang asked, stepping forward.
"No! No problem at all!" Naveen exclaimed, jumping back. Shang nodded in response. Not exactly the loosest guy in the world. Naveen thought.
"Eh, stop scaring the kid, Shang." said the blonde man, crossing his arms.
"Maybe you should stop carrying that gun to meetings, John." He replied. "That will scare him more than anything I would do."
"Guys, let's not fight." Said the Middle Eastern boy, who looked maybe a bit younger than Naveen. "Aladdin, at your service." He said to him. "They get a little testy at each other sometimes. Which is bad, since they are also the biggest."
"Battle of the testosterone, eh?" Naveen joked. They looked blankly at him. Naveen was getting a little tired of odd looks.
"Excuse him, he's from a much different time period than the rest of us." Adam told the others. They nodded, almost seeming like in pity.
"So…are you guys like them? With the…singing, and all that?" Naveen asked. They shook their heads.
"The only song I sang was a song about shaping up the men into model soldiers." Shang replied. Wow. Pretty manly. Naveen thought. Maybe a little too much. Shang was a bit intimidating.
"He was also shirtless throughout the entire thing." Aladdin smirked, leaning against a marble column.
"Oh…wow, I guess." Naveen said. Even Shang had embarrassing moments.
"I sing a lot,' Aladdin admitted, "but not about girls…except for one song. It was a duet."
"I sing too." Naveen said. "About girls. But…"
"Not about your wife." John said amused. "I heard the little conversation you had with the others."
"Oh, yeah…" Naveen rubbed the back of his neck again. "They were just a tad bit horrified, weren't they?"
"Uh huh." Aladdin put his arm around Naveen. "But don't worry. They'll get used to you being a former womanizer."
"Uh, wow, thanks."
"Well, we certainly learned…a lot about each other in this meeting," Adam said, "Why don't we call it a night?"
As the princes filed out of the ballroom, Adam stopped Naveen. "Don't worry, Aladdin is right. You're a little different right now, but don't worry."
"Alright."
"Do you need me to call a carriage for you?"
"No, thank you. I'll take the car."
"Car?" Adam asked. "What's a car?"