----------Palazzo del Quirinale, Rome.-----------

"This is an outrage! Why? Why would they accept a nation that couldn't even maintain unity into the Iberian League! The Serbians are so corrupt I bet they can't even make a decision without someone outside of their own government pulling the strings!" Florenstano roared again for the sixth time today, his fist slamming down into his oak table.

"Your Majesty, please you must calm down. Serbia's quick and rapid acceptance into the Iberian League has set us all on edge, but this isn't something to be so worked up over." Calmly spoke Everardo, in an attempt to douse the coals of his King's anger. "Allow me to go Spain, let me talk to the Spanish in an attempt to learn why Serbia joined and explain why this is not a good thing for us."

Florenstano sighed, his hands coming up to his face and rubbing the many wrinkles that had formed over the course of his dual-rulership with the Prime Minster. He let his hands fall back down to the table, his back leaning into his chair as he began to respond.

"Listen I-" He quickly stopped, being interrupted by the door to the room entering, his eyes squinting with the new light source pressing forth into the once dimly lit room.

"Now now, don't you know it's bad to talk in a dimly lit room. Hurts the eyes." Said Isabella coolly as she entered the room. It was rare to see the Queen acting so calm, which means she was just as mad about the situation as Florenstano. 

Her simple attire greatly distinguished herself from the rest of the people in the Palace, wearing a simple dress and heels... which were very menacing as she stepped across the marble floor and sat into a chair next to her Husband.

"Do not worry Prime Minster, we have already come up with a simple solution." She said, and Everardo could swear he heard what seemed to be venom dripping from her words. "We are going to let the world know, instead of back room talks with Spanish and Serbians. A public announcement that you and I will hold, Everardo."

Everardo squirmed sightly in his seat. It was no shocker that we has scared of the Queen. She was tall, and the way she spoke just hinted at her knowledge of intrigue and manipulation. Everyone was scared of her, yet she was well loved by the people none the less.

He had to think of his response carefully here, or she would simply spin his own words around into her favor like all the times before. "I do not see how this would cause any difference of an outcome, if anything this would make things worse between us and the Spanish."

Isabella smiled. 'Damn it' was all he was able to think before she replied.

"Do you have no spine, Prime Minster? Our nation isn't a weak play toy for the Spanish to use willy nilly in their efforts to 'eradicate communism.' We have regained our status as on the powers of Europe, we must use that influence to show the world that we are not a nation that bows every time Spain waves its hand. That is now Serbia's job, after all." 

"Are you proposing we leave the Iberian League? That is simply madness." Florenstano cut in, catching his wife by surprise.

"No. I'm simply saying let us set our position in stone and protest this decision. The Serbs have no right or reason to be in the Iberian League."

Everardo folded his hands together, looking between his King and the Queen. "Very well, we shall hold a gathering and announce Italy's position publicly. I do hope you know that any bad outcomes will fall directly onto the head's of the Monarchy, not the Senate."