Vocaloid! Oliver x Reader- How to be a gentleman 1

 Part 1
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 It was six in the morning... 6 in the freaking morning, on a Saturday! Oliver's mother, who was a countess and a very good friend with the queen, thought it would be a good idea to hire a tutor to teach him the ways of being a gentleman. Oliver loved his mother dearly and wouldn't mind the lessons but he was far from a morning person.

Currently a maid was tugging at his bed covers, that he tried to keep within his grasp.

"Oliver! It's 5 marks past! Your tutor will be here any minute, so get up and get ready young man"! Oliver's mother angered voice boomed through his room causing him to sit up and lose his grip on the bedding at a fast pace... which also caused the maid to fall with a thud.

------------------ Time Skip Time Skip ★ Burning Night!------------------

Stupid mourning, stupid lessons, stupid old bathroom door... not letting me out, stupid late tutor, not letting me sleep in! Oliver thought as he flung himself onto the nearest couch, groaning at the tough floral pattern fabric. His mother was no where in sight which meant he could get a few extra minutes to sleep...

"Ah, miss_______! It's wonderful to see you!" Okay..., maybe not that was his mother's voice.

"Like wise, it seems you're doing well."...another voice...

Oliver peeked his head over the scratchy couch and peered at you standing in front of his mother. You were wearing a crisp white dress. A butler took your coat to hang it up as he
Continued his conversation with Oliver's mother.

" I really hope that's not my tutor..."

"Hm, I am doing very well indeed! Oh! I almost forgot!" Oliver's mother spun on her heel staring at her son causing him to look like a cat that was scared out of its wits. "Oliver~ get over here and meet your new tutor~!" She clapped her hands together in a happily manner... but it did not fit her irritated smile she wore.

Oliver sleepily walked up to his new tutor not bothering to fix his shirt that was untucted.

"You must be Oliver, it's a pleasure to meet you!" You spoke as you held out a hand for him to shake. Oliver studied you and geussed you weren't a day over 13. He stared at you for a momemt before looking at your hand. He crossed his arms stubbornly and made a 'tsking' sound as he glared at you.

"Ah...um...well, I'm your tutor, ______, ______. I will be tutoring you for the next few weeks." Again, no answer. He just glared at you.

"A-HEM! Oliver~ say something to greet your tutor...~!" His mother hissed through gritted teeth trying to keep a friendly smile on her face but sadly failed. "Oliver...I swear if you act like this now I will-"

"No, its alright, really! Its normal for someone to not like a stranger, may I speak to him?" Oliver's mother stared at you for a moment before nodding.

"Of course! I'll have a maid bring your things to your room." 

"Thank you," you said bowing as the woman smiled and left the room. "Well, shall we sit sir?" You smiled as sat on the nearest couch.

"Don't call me sir, that's what they call my father." You stopped and turned around to look at the blonde.

"Wha-" 

"I said don't call me that... don't call me sir...I hate it!" Olivers voice was barely above a haunting whisper, it sent shivers down your spine. Never have you heared someone speak with such a ghostly tone before.

"What do you want me to call you then?"

"Oliver...just Oliver. Not sir, not Coalse either..."

"Alright Oliver, let's get to know each other better."

-----------------Time skilp-----------------

You and Oliver both sat in front parlor of the house. Olivers expression stayed in a blank stare, while yours was a complete confused and worn out look.

"Okay , so your name is Oliver Coalse. You are the son of Countess Margret Coalse and Count Pavie Coalse... and for the past hour you have been answering my questions in a different language. You don't really like me very much, do you?"

"Nope!"

You let out a sigh, "let's start again, how old are you?" You asked rubbing your temples.

" Dix-san."

"French and Japanese...? Dix means 10 in French and San means 3 in Japanese... so you're 13, right?"

"Oui, et toi?" 

"I'm 13 also." Ah, so he was right, you are 13, aren't you too young to be a tutor? "So Oliver, what's you favorite color?"

"Blå. (Blue in Swedish)"

"Any siblings?"

"One older brother, besides that, not that know of."

"Any pets?"

"Amerikanischer Goldfinch, er heißt James."

"German?! Uh... so you have an american goldfinch named..." You stopped and thought for a moment while scratching your cheek with your finger. "...named James....."

" Oliver..., you're a very interesting person..."

------------------ Time Skip-------------------

 It was about 11 o'clock at night and everyone was going to bed or already in bed. You walked towards your bedroom and noticeed Oliver's was a gross from you.

"Ah, good night Oliver, sleep tight." Oliver looked over his shoulder and glared at you, but quickly his glare soft end and was replaced with a tire look.



"You too,_____. Let's just hope you wake up in the morning..." And with that Oliver pushed his way into his room as you stood there with an uncomfortable stare.






"That's unsettling..."

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