Teacher!GermanyXReader: I'm Not Hot for Teacher 4

Full Title: I'm Not Hot for Teacher (I'm Hot for You) Part 4!
WARNING! This is part 4!  Part 1 can be found here: Teacher!GermanyXReader: I'm Not Hot for Teacher Or if you missed part 3, find it here: Teacher!GermanyXReader: I'm Not Hot for Teacher 3
RECAP! You finished your work early last time and were writing a story in your notebook. Luddy took it And he asked you to see him after class.
STORY TIME!
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When the bell rang after class, you watched your classmates file out.  Chaz patted your shoulder as he passed, and Angel said goodbye, giving a sympathetic wave, and then, it was just you and Herr Beilschmidt.

You got up and approached his desk, swallowing nervously, though you knew you had done nothing wrong.  It was just the kind of person you were.  You sensed that you had let him down somehow, and that, for you, was worse than anything else.  You hated to let anyone down, not just the Aryan perfection in front of you, and it hurt you deeply when you felt like you did.

You stopped a few feet away from his desk, looking at him in apprehension. “You…wanted to see me, Herr Beilschmidt?”

“Ja.  I imagine you know why you are here.”

You looked at him uncertainly. “N-not really.”

He got up then, coming to stand in front of you, looking down at you disapprovingly. “_____, when I assign ein reading, I expect you to do it.”

Your nervousness turned to confusion then as you said, “But…I did.  I finished it.  Three times.”

“What?”

You blushed, looking down. “I’m a quick reader.  I-I finished the section, and teachers usually get angry if I go ahead of where they want me to be, s-so I just…write, instead.”

He looked back at you then, his disappointment and anger fading to be replaced with disbelief. “You finished that whole section?  Und you remember it?”

Wordlessly, you nodded, still uncomfortable and still feeling like you had let down your teacher.

“Tell me what you learned.”

“Ah, well…we call it Normandy, but the occupation was codenamed Operation Overlord.  The actual invasion part was Operation Neptune, and it began on June 6^th, 1944, which we have since come to call D-Day.  There were air landings all over the place by the Americans, British, and Canadians, and by sea there were landings at Utah Beach, Pointe du Hoc, Omaha Beach, Gold Beach, Juno Beach, and Sword Beach.  By the end of the operation, there were o-over…over a hundred thousand casualties on each side…”

As your voice began to falter, Ludwig looked closely at you to see that you were tearing up.  Alarmed, he blurted, “A-Ach-!  D-don’t cry.  Here, take this.” He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to you.  You took it, dabbing gently at your eyes as he said softly, “I am not angry with you, _____.  You are not in trouble.”

You shook your head, sighing impatiently at yourself. “N-no, it’s not that.  I’m…ugh.  It’s dumb.  I just…all those people that died during Operation Overlord, reduced to a, a death toll.  No longer husbands, fathers, sons, brothers, friends…just…digits.” You said the last word with disgust. “It’s…not fair.  It’s history to us, but it was life to them.”

Once again, Herr Beilschmidt was looking at you with a mix of emotion you couldn’t quite untangle, though you thought you saw regret, perhaps for doubting you, relief, and something that the only word you could think of to describe was awe.  Finally, as you looked away, dabbing your eyes, he found his voice. “Ja, you are correct, but not many people can see it that way.  They see the numbers, where you see the lives.”

You looked up at him uncertainly, trying to get your emotions under control, and he smiled down at you, just as hesitantly. “Well, then.  We will be doing readings in class tomorrow as well.  If you finish early once more, I will have ein special assignment for you.”

He wasn’t prepared for the disappointment that crossed your features then, nor for the way seeing that expression on your face because of him had hurt him.  You looked up at him then with an expression that bordered on betrayal. “Extra work?  You’re…punishing me for finishing early?”

The perk that was usually present in your body language fled then, allowing your shoulders to sag and your mouth to fold into a crescent of sadness. ‘I thought…he understood.  He said so himself, that first day.  But…he’s just like the rest of them.  He doesn’t want a student who goes faster than the pack.’

Before you could say anything, Ludwig spoke up, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder that made you look up at him instantly. “Nein!  Not ein punishment, _____.  You are too clever to waste away in a classroom of people who could not keep up if we went at your pace.  I have to be sure that even mein slowest student can keep up with meine lessons, but that does not mean you should suffer because of it.  I would like to see just how much you are capable of.”

You were quiet for a stunned moment before you said, “O-Oh.  Well…it’s not really fair to judge them against me, is it?”

He raised an eyebrow at that, taking his hand back. “Und why isn’t it?”

“Well, it’s going to be my job.”

He leaned back against his desk then, loosening his tie slightly and folding his arms across his chest, which made his arm muscles bulge, which made your mouth go dry. “You’ve chosen ein major und ein career already?  Don’t you need a school first?”

“I-I’m already accepted to Himaruya University, actually.  They’ve been after me since I took the ASVABs in tenth grade.  I applied through early admissions, a-and I got it.”

A smile broke across the usually stern face, and you were surprised he couldn’t see your heart pounding when it did. “That’s where I went.  There is ein bookstore on campus with ein café upstairs where you can sit und look out at the street while you read.”

It was Ludwig’s turn to feel uncomfortable as he thought about what he had said. ‘Ludwig, what are you doing?  You know that women do not care for simple things like that the way that you do.  Und this is not ein woman, this is ein student!’

You, meanwhile, had sunk into the last desk in the row, looking at your teacher in surprise, your hurt feelings mended and excitement growing. “That sounds amazing!  Maybe you could recommend some places to me before the year’s out?”

Surprised by the excitement and by the request, he stammered, “C-Certainly.  What is your major going to be?  Usually that will determine where you spend most of your time.”

“Ah…” You blushed, looking away from him nervously before glancing back. “It’s…embarrassing.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

The two words would have been nowhere near enough from anyone else, but somehow, your teacher used his body language to tell you that he wouldn’t judge you more efficiently than he could have used any words.  Still a little nervous, you began, “Well…I want to get my doctorate in history, so I’ll be majoring in that.”

He smiled in approval. “That is ein good choice.”

The smile gave you the incentive to go on. “And a doctorate in anthropology, specializing in archaeology, so that’s my second major.”

“Hmm.  Very ambitious.” He answered, impressed. “I can see how the two relate as well.”

You looked up at the icy blue eyes that had haunted your dreams since you first saw them, smiling down at you with support, and they encouraged you to finish.  Before you lost your bravery, you blurted, “A-and a minor in psychology that I might switch to a major if it’s not too much.  And a library sciences certificate.  And my EMT certification.”

‘Sie ist perfekt.  Eine perfekte Fraulein.’ He thought to himself in surprise.  Flustered at the way he was thinking of you, his student, he got back to business. “It sounds like you will need to know where the library und the all-night coffee shops are.” ("She is perfect. A perfect woman.")

He smiled again, the full one that you had never seen in class before, the one you wondered if anyone else had seen and really hoped they hadn’t. “I would be glad to get you that list.  Are you going to visit the campus before you go?”

You nodded, relaxing a little more now that he had heard all your plans and neither laughed nor mocked you for them. “Yeah, I have my first visit next month, actually, but it’s more to sign papers and things like that, so I won’t have very much time to look around.  I’ll have a few more before I go up for good, though.”

He turned to his desk then, bending over slightly to write something down and inadvertently giving you a very advantageous view of his ass, which you shamelessly took full advantage of, looking away as soon as you saw him start to move.  He handed you a piece of paper with a smile. “Here is the address for that bookstore.  If you go there, mention mein name.  They…know me there.”

You wondered at the hesitation in his voice, but you took the paper, folding it carefully to put it in your pocket. “Danke sehr, Herr Beilschmidt.” You missed the shock on his face as you looked at the clock. “Ah, well, I’m going to be late to play practice if I don’t hurry.” ("Thanks very much")

“Play practice?” He tilted his head, confused. “I thought you were in the band.”

“Oh, sure, but we’ve got the school play coming up.  We do the fall play and the spring musical.  Auditions are this week and I’ve got a pretty decent chance at the lead.” You smiled modestly.

“You’ve acted before, then?”

“Well, sort of.  I mean…I had the lead last year, a-and the year before.” You blushed.

He smiled then, recognizing that you were selling yourself short. “Then I would say you have ein very good chance at the lead this year as well.”

“Ah, well, we’ll see!” You laughed, embarrassed. “So…can I have my notebook back, then?  Oh, here’s your handkerchief back.”

“Ach, of course!  Ja, I am sorry.  Here.  Ah, just keep the handkerchief, I have more.” Flustered, Ludwig leaned over his desk once more to grab the tablet, and once more, you enjoyed the view unabashedly before he turned to hand it to you. “It was very good, by the way.  You have ein talent.”

You felt it then as your whole face turned red, and you gave up, knowing there was no way you were going to stop that much blush. “Y-You…read it?”

“I wanted to see what was so important that you were writing it in mein class instead of paying attention, at least, as I thought you were doing.  I was wrong, und I apologize for that.” He took pity on you, looking away from you to let you both pretend he didn’t see how embarrassed you were. “Usually I prefer history books und historical fiction, but this was ein welcome break.  Ja, I would say that you have ein talent.”

“Thank you.” You answered, blushing in embarrassment still, though not as badly as you had before.  Though your heart was now pounding twice as hard, which you kind of thought wasn’t exactly a fair trade. “Ah, well, I’d better be going.  I’ll be sure to check out that bookstore!”

Again, waving and with a smile, you left, your notebook and his handkerchief in tow.

Again, Herr Beilschmidt was glad you had stayed after class.