Student!GermanyxTeacher!Reader

Ludwig was irritated. You could tell if you were standing six yards away from him. He sent out an aura that clearly stated 'Something is wrong and I am thoroughly annoyed'. But no one thought much of it. In fact, a majority of the students didn't even care. But really, when would they when they had their own 'problems' to deal with.

Francis and Arthur were insulting each other even though they were both gay for each other. It's not that they hated each other, but it was the fact that Arthur was a tsundere and Francis couldn't help mocking his food. It wasn't even food. Just green, burnt, inedible lumps of...lumps.

Matthew was trying to escape Alfred obnoxious attitude, which shockingly he was failing at. I mean, he's 'invisible'.

Ivan was trying to figure out a way to ask Zorin* out without Natalia killing her in the process.

Toris was trying to figure out a way to ask Natalia out without Ivan killing him in the process.

Yao was engrossed in taking care of his little panda that clung to his arm like a boa suffocating an antelope.

Jett, Allistor, and Dylan were teasing Peter because this was his first year at Gauken High.

Antonio was trying to hug Lovino. I think we all know how that should end.

Elizaveta was trying to talk to Roderich, but pussied out when he looked at her.

Tino clung to Berwald's hand as he chatted about something, most likely Christmas.

Lukas stood behind Emil, trying to make him say big brother while Matthias stood by, laughing.

No one gave a single fuck.

Ludwig rubbed the side of his head as he continued walking to his next class.

"Ve~! Hey-a Ludwig!" His head snapped over his shoulder. Veniziano waved to him frantically as he ran up to the stoic German, Kiku-san right behind him.

"Hallo Veniziano, Kiku." Ludwig said as he continued his journey walk to History. "You are-a always walking to class-a so early, Ludwig. I think (A/N: HAHAHA ITALY DOESNT THINK) you should-a relax a bit, use the time-a. Make-a some pasta, Ve. Pasta is the meaning of life, pasta pasta pasta..."

Ludwig groaned as Kiku sped up to walk next to him. "Are you sinking about her again, Rudwig?" Said man sighed and blushed. "Ja. I can't get her out of mein head. Und because of zhat, mein grades have been going down in History."

Kiku's dull, brown eyes shifted to his companion. He knew that Ludwig was a perfectionist, and anything less than the best would cause him to push himself. Sometimes too hard. And girls didn't exactly help. He knew from prior experiences with his crush Xiao Mei.

The three of them reached the door that had the number 310 on it. Veniziano kept speaking about pasta or something like that as Kiku and Ludwig talked, albeit uncomfortably, of the opposing gender.

"Werr, maybe you shourd ask her for herp. Sis is her subject, after arr." Kiku suggested.

Ludwig grunted and grasped the door's handle, turning it to a third of its rotational capability and pushing it open. "Easy für you to say. Ist hard to talk to people you like." The three of them looked at the figure writing on the whiteboard. The woman was clad in a button-up long sleeved shirt and wore black and white pinstripe slacks. Her (h/c) hair was hanging down (or sticking up. That's what my hair does.)

Veniziano caught her attention. "Ciao, Signorina (L/N)!" He spoke in a cheery voice that made the woman turn around on her heel. A small smile grew on her face as she gave a small wave. "Ciao, Signore Vargas." She spoke with a playful edge to her voice. (Y/N) turned back to the whiteboard and continued writing.

"Especially if she ist your teacher."



"Good afternoon, class." She spoke with a clear, sharp voice.

"Good afternoon, Ms. (L/N)." A rather happy reply came from the students. (Y/N) chuckled and leaned against the wall. "I'm not sure if your happy because you get to see my pretty face, or because school lets out in an hour and a half."

Soft laughter arose in the room. She pushed herself off of the wall and clapped her hands together as she strode to her desk. "Alright, enough chit-chat from my part. Let me hand back your tests from Wednesday." (Y/N) spoke. People let out groans as she grabbed the stack of papers from her desk.

"Overall, a majority of you did well. Only a few people had some slip ups, but I will admit the average grade of all of you combined was better than the last test."

"As always, top grade first," she handed some papers to Kiku, "then the rest will be in random order."

Ludwig began to sweat. His palms were clammy as he watched his teacher handing out more tests. Kiku had a small smile on his face as he slipped the test back in his binder. No doubt an A+.

"Mr. Kirkland."

Three "which one"'s came from Arthur, Dylan, and Allistor.

(Y/N) giggled and gave the test to Dylan. "Mr. Dylan Kirkland."

More tests were handed out. Various reactions were seen. Many were happy, some were neutral, and two or three had their head in their arms.

"And last, but certainly not least, Mr. Beilschimdt." Uh oh.

She stood in front of him and handed him his test back. He gently took it from her. (Y/N) turned around and walked back up to the whiteboard, all the while Ludwig's eyes on her butt. Those pert buttcheeks were asking to be slapp-

Oh Mein Gott, snap out of it, du Idiot!

(You look good sailor, smack!)

He looked down at his test, and immediately he deflated. B-. He had never gotten a B minus before. Ludwig's head slumped into his crossed arms. Kiku hesitantly patted his back.

"Now everyone, we'll be beginning a new unit on the Kingdom of Prussia. Can anyone tell me what they know about it before we begin?"

"IT VAS AWESOME!"



"I'll meet you at die Haus, ja?" Gilbert asked Ludwig as he fit his last book into his bag.

(Y/N) had asked to meet after school to talk about the test. She was one of those teachers who didn't work for the money, but worked because she believed that every student should get a good shot in life, and she'd be damned if she just sat back and let them fail her class.

"Ja."

"Alright. Auf Wedersehen, Ludwig."

" Auf Wedersehen." Gilbert shut his locker and walked to the exit as Ludwig made his way back to history class.

He was truly frustrated with himself now. Letting a stupid little crush get in the way of his now imperfect school record gnawed at his self-conscious repeatedly.

He arrived in front of room 310 before he realised it.

Ludwig took a step near the door, and all of a sudden, he felt as if he couldn't go inside that room. Not alone. Not with her. Sweat rested in the creases of his palm and formed at his hairline. He began to hyperventilate slightly, and he felt nauseous. Like his stomach had begun vibrating violently. He wanted to throw up. Unconsciously, he turned away from the door. His body tensed up.

NEIN. I vill not allow some petty infatuation keep me from a perfect grade. Now turn your arsch around and talk to Fräulein (L/N). Vorwärts Marsch!~

His body obeyed and he opened the door between life and death. Well, not really.

"Uhm...Fr-Fräulein (L/N)?" Ludwig asked timidly. His eyes searched for (Y/N)'s figure and found it clad in new attire. A tight black t-shirt and large baggy camouflage pants hugged her. She wore lace high combat boots that were tied tight. Her hair was still styled in a professional manner.

Ludwig's courage flew out of the window immediately.

(Y/N) looked to Ludwig as she slung her messenger bag over her left shoulder. She wanted to smile.

"Mr. Beilschimdt. I'm glad to know you didn't forget." She said as she walked closer to him.

OhMeinGottOhMeinGottOhMeinGott

"Natürlich. I-If you are about leave, I kann just komm back tomorrow." Ludwig was shocked that his sentence didn't turn to mush in his mouth.

"Oh, no. No. I've got time." She shifted her weight. "So, your grade has dropped rather drastically, and your last test came back with a B-. What's happening? You used to be at the top of your class. I don't think you've lost interest in History, have you?"

"Ah, nein, nein. Zhat's not it at all. Ist...somezhing has been on mein mind, and ist distracting me from school. Zhis class, specifically."

"Is it a girl?"

"Wha- how'd you know?!"

(Y/N) giggled and it sent butterflies waging World War II deep inside Ludwig's stomach. "I didn't. I guessed. After a while of being flirted with, you have a pretty good idea."

Ludwig facepalmed as his ears, cheeks, and neck flushed a bright cranberry red. "So, is there anything I can do to help you as your teacher?"

That blush increased tenfold. "Nein, vell, ja you could, but you vouldn't. So, nein. I guess not."

"Are you sure I can't help?"

Ludwig groaned. "I don't know. I mean, if your feelings vere different, zhen ja. But zhey aren't. Und even if mein feelings für you vere reciprocated, zhis whole relationship between mir und du vouldn't even be legal, und-"

His words were swallowed by something soft, moist, and fleshy. Holy liverwurst. She was kissing him. Ludwig's whole being was stiff and his face was hot as (Y/N) pulled away slowly. Red powdered her face as she looked anywhere but at him.

She opened her mouth to say something. I'm sorry. I hope I helped. Beef stroganov is king. Anything. "Um-ah. You could say that your feelings are...reciprocated."

Ludwig didn't even hesitate when he grabbed her firmly and pulled her for a sweet little lip lock. He took small risks and tasted the skin of her (thin/full) lips. She was delicious. They both didn't feel like breaking apart, but air was a dick, so you to separated.

(Y/N) rested her forehead against his. Ludwig chuckled at a thought.

"What?" You asked as your index finger traced his jaw.

"Does zhis mean you'll raise mein grade?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes and shoved him lightly. "Shut up."

He laughed as you walked out the door, him on your heels. "N-Nein, really. Vill you?"

"No, Ludwig."

"Aw, komm on. Bitte?"

"Do I hear my stoic, hardass German boyfriend whining?"

"I don't vhine, Fraü- hey vait, you said I vas your boyfriend?!"

"I did. You have no say."


.:Extended Ending:.


"Is zhis relationship even legal?" Ludwig asked (Y/N) over the phone as he did homework. You were grading.

"Well, it depends. You're eighteen, almost nineteen. I'm twenty, so Ye-"

"Vait, vait, vait, vait. You're twenty? But you vent to college."

"Yes, I did. When I was sixteen."

"How does zhat vork?!"

"I surpassed everyone in my graduation year by five grades. Now are you done with your homework?"

"Vhat? Nein, but you vere in fourth grade vhen you vere six?"

"Yes, I was. Now finish your homework."

"But-"

"Ludwig. I will give you an F if you don't finish."

"Ugh. Ja, Mutti."

"Abububup. No whining."













"Und zhat is how I met your Mutter, Dieter~!"