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Get ready, Gilbert. Your first lesson in discipline starts now

(Reader’s pov)

                I rushed down the hallway, looking for Mister Sebastian. If anyone knew where Gilbert would be, it was him.

                I walked into the kitchen again, thinking he might be in there, cooking in Bardroy’s place. Instead, I found two young men, one at the stove, and one at the table, talking loudly and laughing. The one at the stove seemed frustrated, and angry at the one at the table. He was making something in the pot that originally held the stew, only this was red, and seemed to be a sauce. The sink held a strainer filled with a sort of pasta that looked like little tubes, with the ends cut at an angle. The counter next to him was carefully covered with tomatoes, Italian sausage, olive oil, Romano cheese, and other odds and ends.

    The one at the table laughed again, this time slapping the table and making a bigger show of himself.

    “Come on, dude, make it faster, I’m hungry!”

    The boy at the stove looked even more annoyed him.

    “Making all this from scratch takes time, Bastardo! If you want this so bad, you’re going to have to wait, and stop being so annoying!”

    I watched for a moment, confused as to what exactly was going on, before I decided to speak up.

    “Excuse me, what is going on?”

    The boy at the stove jumped, and I was able to get a better look at him. Short, but still taller than I was, with auburn hair, similar to Master Feli’s, but with a curl on the opposite side of his head. He turned to face me, and I was able to look at his frustrated amber colored eyes, which were set off by his tan dress shirt.

    The boy at the table looked over and began laughing.

    “Hey, it’s (Wrong name that’s similar to yours)! What are you doing in here?”

    I sighed, “One: It’s (Your name). Two, I should be asking you, seeing as I work here. What are you two doing in here? It is unfitting for the new royalty to be seen in the kitchen.”

    They were quiet for a minute, so I took the opportunity to observe the one at the table. Tall, blonde, thin, he wore glasses and a baby blue dress shirt. He had a strange cowlick at the part of his hair, and his aqua-colored eyes seemed to partner up with his grin to light up his face.

    It was a bit longer before the one at the stove spoke.

    “The idioto over there decided he was hungry, and came and asked me to make him some food. I didn’t really have a choice, seeing as he’s terrified of Sebastian, so he wouldn’t ask him to do it.”

    “…What exactly are you making?”

    He seemed rather pleased when he answered, “Fresh Tomato and Sausage Pecorino Pasta. This is normally mi fratillo’s expertise, but he is most likely sleeping with the potato bastard by now.”

    I had to smile at that, and I walked over to where he was standing.

     “Well, might I help the young master? I mean, seeing as it is my job to cook for you, and you’re kind of doing it for me.”

    He seemed a bit flustered at this, and stared intently at his sauce.

    “Why do you need to do everything for us, huh?!”

    I stepped back, startled at his sudden volume change.

    “Some of us aren’t useless children! We can do things ourselves, you know!” I looked at him, curiosity starting to get the better of me, as he seemed to vent out all his angers.

    “Not everyone needs constant attention and care! I’ve done just fine by myself! I don’t need my brother, or my Nonno, or anyone to take care of me. I certainly don’t need the help of a random ragazza that works for my new “father”! I don’t even need his help! I was fine by myself at the orphanage!”

    At this point, I was really worried for him. Unsure of what to do, I stood, listening to his rant when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tan and green blob morph into the room. A blue and white shape then morphed in next to the previous one. When he got to the end of his rant, and looked about ready to break down even more, the tan shape rushed forward and gave the boy a rather large hug.

    At this point, I could see that the shape was a boy, with tan skin, dark hair, and wearing a green dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore a look of such desperation that I momentarily had difficulty breathing. He pulled away just far enough to look the auburn-haired boy in his amber orbs.

    “Lovi! Don’t say things like that, amigo! You’ll always have me and Feli, and you can’t forget Gilbert and Francis! We’re all here for you, whenever you need us!” the stranger said, his green irises locked onto “Lovi’s” with an intensity I’d never seen before in someone so young.

    “Lovi” was not having any of it. “

    “SCENDO ME, BASTARDO DI POMODORO!” He screamed, wiggling and squirming to get out of the boy’s death grip. The brunette refused to let go, and held him until the boy finally stopped, exhausted from the effort. He set him down, and the boy stood there, looking at the ground.

    At this point, the white and blue shape had moved over next to the new boy, and I could see that it was a pale boy, with hair that was almost white, and piercing red eyes. He wore a dark blue dress shirt, and the smile lines on his now-serious face showed that he smiled often.

    Counting off all the boys in my head, I realized that one of these boys had to have been Master Gilbert.

    I cleared my throat, and the boys faced me, “Lovi” rather reluctantly.

    “Could you each please tell me your names? There are so many of you, I do not yet have each one memorized.”

    The brunette looked a bit shocked, and stepped up.

    “Lo siento, Bonita. I am Antonio Fernandes Carriedo, but you can call me Toni,” He said, giving me a warm grin. “The stressed out one over there is Lovi.”

    “Bastardo! My name is Lovino, not ‘Lovi’!” The boy shouted, looking at the one known as Antonio. The blonde at the table stood up.

    “I’m Alfred F. Jones! If you ever need help from, you know, bad guys and stuff, just call me!” He stated rather loudly, a grin spreading over his features. Master Lovino growled something about him being loud and obnoxious, but Master Alfred just ignored him. The last boy stepped forward.

    “Und I am-”

    “Master Gilbert, I presume?”

    He eyed me for a moment before laughing a strange laugh, one that reminded me a bit of a snake.

    “It would seem zat my reputation precedes me! Tell me, Frau, how did you hear of mein awesomeness?”

    “From Master Feliciano. It would seem that you threatened to, and I quote, ‘smear a weird soup on him’ when I ran into him, or rather, he ran into me.” I took a step closer to him.

    “This same substance, also known as a stew, just so happened to explode all over this kitchen not too long ago. I would have assumed that Bardroy had just decided to use his flame thrower, except that there was a faint trail leading away from the kitchen and around the corner, leading me to believe that someone had decided to play a prank on the help.” He looked a bit nervous as I took another step closer, but I couldn’t be sure.

    “It would also seem,” I stepped even closer, now just a step away, “That you would have this same stew on a section of your hair.”

    His eyes widened, and his hand flew up and felt his hair, until it found a slightly crusty patch of stiff, brown-ish colored hair. Whatever color he had had in his face drained away, and he took a step back. His hands dropped, and his mouth opened and shut several times before he clamped it shut, his eyes dropping down to my shoes.

    “It vould seem so. So, vhat is mein punishment?” He asked, looking back up to meet my eyes. I kept my face straight.

    “You are going to apologize to Mister Sebastian and Bardroy.”

    He looked at me, expectation plain on his face.

    “…Is zat it? A mere apology?” He asked, disbelief clear in his voice. “You made such a big deal about zis, I zhough ze punishment vould be somezing severe!” At this, I smirked.

    “Master Gilbert, one of the lessons I am to teach you is humility. This can be achieved many different ways of course, but, as it is only your first day, we will settle with apologizing for your mistakes. The rest will come later.”

    He laughed, ignoring everything I had just said. “If zis is vat ze punishments are going to be like, I could get used to zis place!”

    I heard a sizzling noise, causing me to look over at the stove. The sauce seemed to be bubbling over, and Prince Lovino seemed to realize this, as he rushed over to turn it down and stir it.

    I smirked and looked back at Gilbert. “You are also going to clean up after Lovino when he is finished, seeing as you caused him to be distracted from his task.”

    He looked at me indignantly. “Zat’s your job, vhy ze hell voud I do it for you?” He took a few steps and stopped when he was looking down at me.

    “Gilbert, amigo, you need to relax.” Master “Toni” tried to interject, setting a hand on his shoulder, but Gilbert shrugged it off.

    “If she zinks she is ze boss of me, zen vhy doesn’t she prove it?” he moved a little closer. “Or maybe zis whole zing is just an act, and she can’t do anyzing at all.” He smirked.

    I took a deep breath. “Master Gilbert, do you really think I would be in charge of you if I could not handle myself? In order to be in charge of twelve teenage boys, I need to be able to take insults, brush off flirtatious complements, and even break up fights between the largest of you. Now, think,” I took a step closer. “Do you truly believe that you can intimidate me?”

    He stood for a second, staring at me, and I pondered his next move. He continued to look at me, before suddenly laughing his strange laugh.

    “I knew I liked zis Frau!” He set his hand down hard on my shoulder. “She’ll do very vell!” He shook my shoulder a little, and let go, walking over to the sink to grab a sponge.

    Master Lovino looked at me. “Why did you do that?”

    I smiled at him. “I figured it would be easier than you having to clean it, and I certainly wasn’t going to clean it up when he has a lesson to learn. Now, would you care to explain to me the next step in the dish you’re making?”

    He looked at me for a moment, then gave me a soft scowl. “Fine, get over here, ragazza, so I can get this over with!”

(3rd person POV)

                The two worked, side by side, to finish the meal for Alfred, him finishing the sauce and her plating everything when it was done. The meal was placed in front of the blonde teen, whose eyes grew a little larger than they already were at the sight of it. He grinned and immediately dug in, sauce making its way up his face and noodles flicking his glasses.

                “Hey, Bastardo! How about you actually taste your food?!” Lovino shouted. The young maid set a hand on his arm and shook her head, knowing it wouldn’t work.

                “Master Lovino, why don’t we get you and the others to bed? I’ll take him up when he’s finished.” She gave him a reassuring smile, to which he reluctantly nodded.

                “No need, dude!” She turned to see the blonde standing and wiping his face with a napkin, his plate cleared of any solid food. He took his plate to the sink, then walked back over to meet us, yawning. “Lead the way!”

                After a moment, she nodded and turned, leading them out of the kitchen. Three of the four laughed and pushed each other around, making the fourth speed up to walk alongside the girl. She looked over, watching the way he kept his gaze to the ground, and looking away when he lifted it.

    They met Sebastian on their way to the stairs as he did a last sweep of the railings on the grand staircase. She smirked and turned to meet Gilbert, whose face had gotten a little paler at the sight of the raven-haired man. She gestured to him, and, after taking a deep breath, he stepped forward. “Mister Sebastian.”

    Sebastian looked over. “Ah, Master Gilbert, what can I do for you?”

    After taking another deep breath, he bowed. “I’m sorry for making the stew explode in the kitchen. It was reckless, and it made you clean up the mess. I apologize.”

    The butler blinked, then chuckled a little. “It’s quite alright, just make sure it doesn’t happen again. Because of that little shenanigan, I was late in putting our king to bed. We all know he needs his rest…” he trailed off.

    (Y/N) nodded almost somberly, then cleared her throat. “Well, we must be off. Our last four Princes need to get to bed.”

                    He nodded. “Say no more, I’ll let you be on your way.” He stepped to the side and let the boys pass. As (Y/N) passed by, he spoke up again. “Oh, and (Y/N), when you’re done, I have a few tasks for you before you turn in for the night.”

    She looked at him, confused, then nodded. “Alright, Mister Sebastian.” She turned back to the group and headed up the stairs after the boys, yawning a little as the stress of the night started to take its toll. She led them through the halls to their hall, and quickly led them into their respective rooms. After making sure they knew the rules and features of the rooms, she left, eager to finish and turn in for the night.

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Get ready, Gilbert. Your first lesson in discipline starts now

(Reader’s pov)

                I rushed down the hallway, looking for Mister Sebastian. If anyone knew where Gilbert would be, it was him.

                I walked into the kitchen again, thinking he might be in there, cooking in Bardroy’s place. Instead, I found two young men, one at the stove, and one at the table, talking loudly and laughing. The one at the stove seemed frustrated, and angry at the one at the table. He was making something in the pot that originally held the stew, only this was red, and seemed to be a sauce. The sink held a strainer filled with a sort of pasta that looked like little tubes, with the ends cut at an angle. The counter next to him was carefully covered with tomatoes, Italian sausage, olive oil, Romano cheese, and other odds and ends.

    The one at the table laughed again, this time slapping the table and making a bigger show of himself.

    “Come on, dude, make it faster, I’m hungry!”

    The boy at the stove looked even more annoyed him.

    “Making all this from scratch takes time, Bastardo! If you want this so bad, you’re going to have to wait, and stop being so annoying!”

    I watched for a moment, confused as to what exactly was going on, before I decided to speak up.

    “Excuse me, what is going on?”

    The boy at the stove jumped, and I was able to get a better look at him. Short, but still taller than I was, with auburn hair, similar to Master Feli’s, but with a curl on the opposite side of his head. He turned to face me, and I was able to look at his frustrated amber colored eyes, which were set off by his tan dress shirt.

    The boy at the table looked over and began laughing.

    “Hey, it’s (Wrong name that’s similar to yours)! What are you doing in here?”

    I sighed, “One: It’s (Your name). Two, I should be asking you, seeing as I work here. What are you two doing in here? It is unfitting for the new royalty to be seen in the kitchen.”

    They were quiet for a minute, so I took the opportunity to observe the one at the table. Tall, blonde, thin, he wore glasses and a baby blue dress shirt. He had a strange cowlick at the part of his hair, and his aqua-colored eyes seemed to partner up with his grin to light up his face.

    It was a bit longer before the one at the stove spoke.

    “The idioto over there decided he was hungry, and came and asked me to make him some food. I didn’t really have a choice, seeing as he’s terrified of Sebastian, so he wouldn’t ask him to do it.”

    “…What exactly are you making?”

    He seemed rather pleased when he answered, “Fresh Tomato and Sausage Pecorino Pasta. This is normally mi fratillo’s expertise, but he is most likely sleeping with the potato bastard by now.”

    I had to smile at that, and I walked over to where he was standing.

     “Well, might I help the young master? I mean, seeing as it is my job to cook for you, and you’re kind of doing it for me.”

    He seemed a bit flustered at this, and stared intently at his sauce.

    “Why do you need to do everything for us, huh?!”

    I stepped back, startled at his sudden volume change.

    “Some of us aren’t useless children! We can do things ourselves, you know!” I looked at him, curiosity starting to get the better of me, as he seemed to vent out all his angers.

    “Not everyone needs constant attention and care! I’ve done just fine by myself! I don’t need my brother, or my Nonno, or anyone to take care of me. I certainly don’t need the help of a random ragazza that works for my new “father”! I don’t even need his help! I was fine by myself at the orphanage!”

    At this point, I was really worried for him. Unsure of what to do, I stood, listening to his rant when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tan and green blob morph into the room. A blue and white shape then morphed in next to the previous one. When he got to the end of his rant, and looked about ready to break down even more, the tan shape rushed forward and gave the boy a rather large hug.

    At this point, I could see that the shape was a boy, with tan skin, dark hair, and wearing a green dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore a look of such desperation that I momentarily had difficulty breathing. He pulled away just far enough to look the auburn-haired boy in his amber orbs.

    “Lovi! Don’t say things like that, amigo! You’ll always have me and Feli, and you can’t forget Gilbert and Francis! We’re all here for you, whenever you need us!” the stranger said, his green irises locked onto “Lovi’s” with an intensity I’d never seen before in someone so young.

    “Lovi” was not having any of it. “

    “SCENDO ME, BASTARDO DI POMODORO!” He screamed, wiggling and squirming to get out of the boy’s death grip. The brunette refused to let go, and held him until the boy finally stopped, exhausted from the effort. He set him down, and the boy stood there, looking at the ground.

    At this point, the white and blue shape had moved over next to the new boy, and I could see that it was a pale boy, with hair that was almost white, and piercing red eyes. He wore a dark blue dress shirt, and the smile lines on his now-serious face showed that he smiled often.

    Counting off all the boys in my head, I realized that one of these boys had to have been Master Gilbert.

    I cleared my throat, and the boys faced me, “Lovi” rather reluctantly.

    “Could you each please tell me your names? There are so many of you, I do not yet have each one memorized.”

    The brunette looked a bit shocked, and stepped up.

    “Lo siento, Bonita. I am Antonio Fernandes Carriedo, but you can call me Toni,” He said, giving me a warm grin. “The stressed out one over there is Lovi.”

    “Bastardo! My name is Lovino, not ‘Lovi’!” The boy shouted, looking at the one known as Antonio. The blonde at the table stood up.

    “I’m Alfred F. Jones! If you ever need help from, you know, bad guys and stuff, just call me!” He stated rather loudly, a grin spreading over his features. Master Lovino growled something about him being loud and obnoxious, but Master Alfred just ignored him. The last boy stepped forward.

    “Und I am-”

    “Master Gilbert, I presume?”

    He eyed me for a moment before laughing a strange laugh, one that reminded me a bit of a snake.

    “It would seem zat my reputation precedes me! Tell me, Frau, how did you hear of mein awesomeness?”

    “From Master Feliciano. It would seem that you threatened to, and I quote, ‘smear a weird soup on him’ when I ran into him, or rather, he ran into me.” I took a step closer to him.

    “This same substance, also known as a stew, just so happened to explode all over this kitchen not too long ago. I would have assumed that Bardroy had just decided to use his flame thrower, except that there was a faint trail leading away from the kitchen and around the corner, leading me to believe that someone had decided to play a prank on the help.” He looked a bit nervous as I took another step closer, but I couldn’t be sure.

    “It would also seem,” I stepped even closer, now just a step away, “That you would have this same stew on a section of your hair.”

    His eyes widened, and his hand flew up and felt his hair, until it found a slightly crusty patch of stiff, brown-ish colored hair. Whatever color he had had in his face drained away, and he took a step back. His hands dropped, and his mouth opened and shut several times before he clamped it shut, his eyes dropping down to my shoes.

    “It vould seem so. So, vhat is mein punishment?” He asked, looking back up to meet my eyes. I kept my face straight.

    “You are going to apologize to Mister Sebastian and Bardroy.”

    He looked at me, expectation plain on his face.

    “…Is zat it? A mere apology?” He asked, disbelief clear in his voice. “You made such a big deal about zis, I zhough ze punishment vould be somezing severe!” At this, I smirked.

    “Master Gilbert, one of the lessons I am to teach you is humility. This can be achieved many different ways of course, but, as it is only your first day, we will settle with apologizing for your mistakes. The rest will come later.”

    He laughed, ignoring everything I had just said. “If zis is vat ze punishments are going to be like, I could get used to zis place!”

    I heard a sizzling noise, causing me to look over at the stove. The sauce seemed to be bubbling over, and Prince Lovino seemed to realize this, as he rushed over to turn it down and stir it.

    I smirked and looked back at Gilbert. “You are also going to clean up after Lovino when he is finished, seeing as you caused him to be distracted from his task.”

    He looked at me indignantly. “Zat’s your job, vhy ze hell voud I do it for you?” He took a few steps and stopped when he was looking down at me.

    “Gilbert, amigo, you need to relax.” Master “Toni” tried to interject, setting a hand on his shoulder, but Gilbert shrugged it off.

    “If she zinks she is ze boss of me, zen vhy doesn’t she prove it?” he moved a little closer. “Or maybe zis whole zing is just an act, and she can’t do anyzing at all.” He smirked.

    I took a deep breath. “Master Gilbert, do you really think I would be in charge of you if I could not handle myself? In order to be in charge of twelve teenage boys, I need to be able to take insults, brush off flirtatious complements, and even break up fights between the largest of you. Now, think,” I took a step closer. “Do you truly believe that you can intimidate me?”

    He stood for a second, staring at me, and I pondered his next move. He continued to look at me, before suddenly laughing his strange laugh.

    “I knew I liked zis Frau!” He set his hand down hard on my shoulder. “She’ll do very vell!” He shook my shoulder a little, and let go, walking over to the sink to grab a sponge.

    Master Lovino looked at me. “Why did you do that?”

    I smiled at him. “I figured it would be easier than you having to clean it, and I certainly wasn’t going to clean it up when he has a lesson to learn. Now, would you care to explain to me the next step in the dish you’re making?”

    He looked at me for a moment, then gave me a soft scowl. “Fine, get over here, ragazza, so I can get this over with!”

(3rd person POV)

                The two worked, side by side, to finish the meal for Alfred, him finishing the sauce and her plating everything when it was done. The meal was placed in front of the blonde teen, whose eyes grew a little larger than they already were at the sight of it. He grinned and immediately dug in, sauce making its way up his face and noodles flicking his glasses.

                “Hey, Bastardo! How about you actually taste your food?!” Lovino shouted. The young maid set a hand on his arm and shook her head, knowing it wouldn’t work.

                “Master Lovino, why don’t we get you and the others to bed? I’ll take him up when he’s finished.” She gave him a reassuring smile, to which he reluctantly nodded.

                “No need, dude!” She turned to see the blonde standing and wiping his face with a napkin, his plate cleared of any solid food. He took his plate to the sink, then walked back over to meet us, yawning. “Lead the way!”

                After a moment, she nodded and turned, leading them out of the kitchen. Three of the four laughed and pushed each other around, making the fourth speed up to walk alongside the girl. She looked over, watching the way he kept his gaze to the ground, and looking away when he lifted it.

    They met Sebastian on their way to the stairs as he did a last sweep of the railings on the grand staircase. She smirked and turned to meet Gilbert, whose face had gotten a little paler at the sight of the raven-haired man. She gestured to him, and, after taking a deep breath, he stepped forward. “Mister Sebastian.”

    Sebastian looked over. “Ah, Master Gilbert, what can I do for you?”

    After taking another deep breath, he bowed. “I’m sorry for making the stew explode in the kitchen. It was reckless, and it made you clean up the mess. I apologize.”

    The butler blinked, then chuckled a little. “It’s quite alright, just make sure it doesn’t happen again. Because of that little shenanigan, I was late in putting our king to bed. We all know he needs his rest…” he trailed off.

    (Y/N) nodded almost somberly, then cleared her throat. “Well, we must be off. Our last four Princes need to get to bed.”

                    He nodded. “Say no more, I’ll let you be on your way.” He stepped to the side and let the boys pass. As (Y/N) passed by, he spoke up again. “Oh, and (Y/N), when you’re done, I have a few tasks for you before you turn in for the night.”

    She looked at him, confused, then nodded. “Alright, Mister Sebastian.” She turned back to the group and headed up the stairs after the boys, yawning a little as the stress of the night started to take its toll. She led them through the halls to their hall, and quickly led them into their respective rooms. After making sure they knew the rules and features of the rooms, she left, eager to finish and turn in for the night.