ISMKPG: eleven

written by: jxnnyl

"So is it true?" the person from the other line asked.

Georg casted a sneer, yet he knew Max wouldn't see it. It's evident in his voice, "Is what true?"

"That you managed to stay at the wild house because you're romancing a dragon."

His sneer turned into a confused expression which suddenly shifted to a serious one, "Where on hell have you heard that?"

"Elsa of course! She's making countless assumptions and so far that's the most entertaining." Max chuckled.

"And the most far from the truth." Georg groaned under his breath.

He's walking around the grounds to see if the perfectly fit nature is still at it's finest in the evening. So far it's much better if not for the call he's now attending with his friend.

"So tell me, Georgie… is it true that Lady Johanson is the ice dragoness most people believe she is?" Max asked with a sense of curiosity that is strong enough to knock a full grown giant.

Martha's imagination might have rubbed on me as well… he thought as he shook his head inwardly.

"I got a taste of her wrath if that's what you're asking." Georg said plainly, remembering some countless of times they argued and most times she would brush him off or taunt him when she felt her temper getting higher or her victory getting nearer.

For the first time Georg felt satisfaction for doing debate with a woman.

Or even losing because I'll get to see her smile and-

Stopping his thoughts, Georg stiffened as he realized what he's thinking.

"Georg? Georgie? Are you still there?" Max's voice sent him back to reality as he continued walking again, this time slowly.

"Yes.. yes I am still here." Georg said.

He heard Max chuckled as he rolled his eyes. He knew if his friend made a sound like that there'll be a fifty-five percent chance that he'll have a problem sooner or later.

"I was just commenting on how peculiar it is that you stayed employed despite… tasting…. a dragon's wrath." Max said, emphasizing on the word 'tasting', "How does it taste?"

"Don't imply something you know is not possible nor likely to happen." Georg scoffed.

"I was not implying anything, Georgie.. Now tell me more about this… Lady Johanson." Max said.

"She preferred to be called Mrs. Rainier. Yet we both know if we're to use her maiden name, I would rather call her Ms. Rainier." Georg sighed, "And it seems she have given up on correcting me."

"How very likely of you, Georg…. Now what else?"

"Why is it that you're more interested in the mother rather than the children?" Georg asked.

"Oh nothing… Just curious. Elsa's equally curious as well, if not more. She claimed that she possess… what was it again? Ah- a lot pieces of her designs. Quite an admirer isn't she?" Max chuckled.

Letting out a sigh, Georg sat on the nearest stone bench as he grunted, "There's nothing much to say about Ms. Rainier if that's what you're trying to milk out of me…"

"So you don't have any judgements or fine description about her?" Max asked, "How unlikely of you, Georgie."

"Whatever my judgements or description about Ms. Rainier doesn't concern you, Max. And I would rather talk about something else than my employer who drastically changed herself positively for the past five days." Georg said, blinking his eyes as he groaned again.

"If you keep on groaning like a bear I'll start to think that you have company." Max chuckled, making Georg widen his eyes as he heard his friend laugh.

"That's very blunt of you to say, Max. Considering that I'm in a house filled with three children." Georg sniffed as he looked around.

Only that I'm outside in the middle of the night… he thought.

"Anyways, Georgie… God I suddenly remembered why I called in this time. I was just going to ask you if you have plans for twenty-six…"

"It's only twenty-two. Why on earth would I make plans?" Georg asked.

"So I'll take that as none.. well you see, Elsa and I received an invitation to a Ms. Hollidee's Christmas Party and we got a spare one so I figured out we can give it to you." Max said, "The party's on London and you know the two of us can't spend a single party without someone driving us away."

"So you need a chauffeur?" Georg asked.

"Someone to keep us from banging my car on the nearest lamp post in the middle of the night? Yes we need someone who drink less on a party and keep an eye to both of us so we won't spend a damn time behind the bars for reckless driving." Max said with an expression that Georg can already imagine as one of those toothy grin and everything.

Rolling his eyes, Georg sighed, "I'll check my schedule."

"I'll take that as a yes." Max said.


Maria woke up earlier and just remained on her bed, staring at the roof.

For four days and three nights, the same question lingers on her mind.

Am I smitten?

Naturally, a question will stay in her mind for a long period of time and will answer itself for the next few hours but this time this is no natural time.

It feels funny, interesting and confusing at the same time. She doesn't actually gave a thought about lingering question but that certain thing enters her mind in the most impeccable time.

Mostly at meal times when he's sitting right in front of her, mostly having conversations with Margaretta while she's trying to be occupied with the children, mostly Martha's questions.

Then there are times when she'll stop by the library to watch him tend to her children. Teaching Frederick more about geometry or whatever maths and giving Elisabeth pointers about college exams, interviews and anything about it. Sometimes she'll see him helping Martha on writing more longer words with an improving handwriting. Sometimes she'll see him just sitting there, watching her children do their respective works.

For some reason, Maria feels so utterly ridiculous for watching him more than she watches her own children. Sometimes she felt so attached to him, so relate… Yet she felt so clueless about him. And that makes her feel more curious… interested about this man.

And for the record, her thinking made her think more and more as she looked like someone digging her own hole of interest and everything and now left with nothing but confusion and more cravings.

Letting out a loud sigh as she smashed her hand on the annoying clock, she sat up and took the brush on her bedside table. Brushing her mused hair as she continued her thinking.

But that was put into a dramatic stop as Martha burst inside her room, jumping into her bed as she giggled when she landed on top of her mother.

"Mommy! It's snowing!" Martha giggled as Maria smiled.

For a moment she forgot that it's December.

"Can we go outside mommy? Please?" Martha asked, casting her those irresistible puppy eyes.

Maria smiled as she and her daughter sat up. For five days, she managed to find her way back to her children's lives. Which feels so satisfying and gleeful at the same time.

Elisabeth became more accustomed into opening up with her and started to show more emotions more frequently. Same as Frederick though he has a very wonderful way of showing it by doing some harmless and funny pranks that Maria found so amusing and interesting, though she must say that using flour is more convenient than water and feathers.

Martha, on the other hand, has the most change out of all of the three. She became more talkative and more curious. Not in a way that would annoy anyone. Maria herself found her daughter's curiosity amusing and adorable. Reminds her of the twins when they're her age.

"After breakfast," Maria smiled as she continued to brush her hair, "And if you'll be kind, Martha.. You can also wake your sister and brother up so the earlier we have breakfast, the earlier we can play with snow and everything."

Martha's smile reached her ears as she quickly kissed her mother cheeks and raced out of her bedroom, making Maria chuckle as she stood to close her door. But stopped when she saw someone ascending to the stairs.

"Ah.. good morning, Ms. Rainier." Georg smiled, "Was that Martha who left your room just second ago?"

Not trusting her voice, Maria nodded as she looked at his outfit.

He's taking out his dark green coat, which reveals one of those tight long sleeves and a pair of tight jeans that she oddly found so handsome on him, despite finding them uncomfortable when she first saw them two weeks ago.

Blinking her eyes as she realized her state of dress, she smiled at him.. trying to hide her blush, "Good Morning, Geo- uh- Mr. Von Trapp.. And yes- Martha found herself excited for snow and I'd assume the twins will be up in no time as well. Please prepare yourself for an earlier breakfast starting today."

Smiling at him as she avoided his eyes, she slowly closed her door as she turned her back against it and playfully slapped both her cheeks.

Pull yourself together Maria… he's your children's educator. she thought as she went back to fix her bed.


Georg got back on his own bed, scolding himself from staring at his employer at that way.

Unlike other women he met who wore lingeries and other nightwears, Maria wore cute pajama pants and an oversized sweater. And for some reason… Georg felt so…. attracted.

He have to admit, he found Maria so beautiful, like a goddess or an angel from wherever they came from. And it doesn't help that her unlikeliness from any other women he met makes him think a lot about her for the past few days.

He noticed her observing the children while he's teaching and he can't help but to sometimes just stare at her and enjoy the view… the effect of the lights, angle, her choice of clothing and everything.

Georg rarely see a woman for her looks, in fact Georg judge the voice first. And somehow he found hers soothing and perfectly crafted.

He often hear her sing lullabies or just simply sing with the children and he have to admit it when he felt the impression of hearing heaven when her voice blends in to one of the younger ones. Or even if she just sung it all alone.

He also admire her voice range… he's not a voice coach or anything but Agathe was and he'll not deny it if he sometimes thought of his late girlfriend and his employer getting along pretty well.

For some reason Georg can see most of their similarities. Both of them love children and both of them love music. Both have this strong sense of something Georg cannot put a finger on and both are passionate with whatever they're doing. Both are always highly attractive and can be extremely firm at times. And most of all, both are very hard-headed, not that it's a negative thing.

If Agathe was not hard-headed, Georg would doubt that she handled a pack of unruly children who can shout, scream and screech at the top of their lungs and can still sing like angels after five minutes worth of vocalizing and warming up.

If Maria is not hard-headed, Georg would doubt she can run six high ranking hotels, a blossoming clothing brand, a house with three incredibly energetic children and everything without losing her head.

Georg sighed as he turned on the shower, realizing that he stripped himself up and now found himself soaked in cold water.

Going back to his thinking, he can't help but to wonder why on earth did he referred her as Maria whenever she entered his mind. Isn't she supposed to be Ms. Rainier? His employer?

Groaning again, he run a hand across his hair as he faced the water.

Feeling some unfamiliar sensation inside of him as he thought more about this woman.

Unfamiliar yet he didn't do anything to make it stop.

She entered his mind on most impeccable times, mostly on times when they're having meals or when he's on the shower like this time.

When he woke up he thought if she's back there at the gazebo… swaying again to a tune that he know he heard somewhere before.

Before he closed his eyes, he thought of her voice that soothes him to no end.

His endless thinking made him slowly bang his head against the shower wall.

I'm obsessed am I…. he thought as he turned off the shower and took his towel, Maybe being on that party with Max and Elsa can lessen these whatever I'm thinking…

He sighed as he left the bathroom and found some comfortable clothes. For some reason, he agreed on Maria when she said modern clothes are more comforting.

Now he can't believe he just thought about that.

Fix yourself Georg… you're here to teach children. Not to get yourself tangled with thoughts about their mother, he mused as he prepared himself for the day.


"Are you planning something for the upcoming festivities, Georg?" Margaretta asked rather loudly, making the children and Maria also wait for his response.

Georg shook his head, "I will, unfortunately, act as a chaperone to my friends to this party they invited me this twenty-six. Other than that, I have nothing else planned. Maybe I'll spend Christmas somewhere or-"

"Don't be silly, Professor Georg. You can spend Christmas with us!" Martha exclaimed as she looked at her mother, "Professor Georg can have Christmas with us mommy, right?"

Elisabeth and Frederick said their 'please' as they also wanted their favorite, and only, professor to stay for Christmas.

Margaretta spoke before Georg could open his mouth, "I think it'll be splendid, Maria! The more the merrier!"

Before Maria and Georg could speak, Frederick said, "It'll be fun right? Professor Georg's ought to stay here until New Year anyways."

"And no one can spend the holidays alone, can't he, mom?" Elisabeth quickly said before both adults could speak.

Maria and Georg shared eye contact as Maria opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, "I- I think it depends if Professor Georg accepts the offer.."

Georg blinked his eyes as he asked, "Are you… offering, Ms. Rainier?"

"You'll be more than welcome to stay if you want to. I'm sure no one would object." Maria said casually, trying to hold herself. She wanted him to stay either.

Looking at the children, Georg sighed as he smiled, "Well if that'll make the children more than happy then I guess I can't refuse."

Letting out loud 'yes', the children smiled as they exchanged looks and celebrated on their own way. Margaretta smiled as she took a sip on her tea, turning her gazes between Georg and Maria who seemed to be in another game of 'stare' as they just sat there, eating while looking at each other.

If it isn't for Martha who's already dragging her siblings out, Margaretta swore the two would be completely oblivious for whatever's happening around them.

"Come on mommy! Professor Georg! Elisabeth and Frederick are rolling on the snow!" Martha exclaimed as Maria jolted up and hurriedly ran out of the dinning room, out to the backyard where the twins are indeed, rolling themselves on the snow like as if they're on their beds.

Margaretta and Georg soon followed, joining the snow ball fight that managed to start between the twins and their mother. A good thirty minutes of snowballs past and Maria and Georg started teaching Martha how to make snowman.

Elisabeth and Frederick started making their own as Margaretta just watched.

They looked like a family… she smiled as she looked to Maria and Georg as they helped Martha on making a big snow, Now we just need to get these two together…


A/N: it's Christmas Eve! Or at least it is here. I can't believe his story reached a lot of attention and appreciation and for that I would like to thank you all! I promise this time.. I'll update again today, considering that I'll be up until 12 midnight to welcome Christmas, and yah. I hoped you enjoy! Thank you very much and I would really try my luck to put a stroke of some cute cheesy whatever romance effect and I'll hope I won't flop on that. Please r&r! Thank you again and have great holidays! Wait up for the next chapter since I'm also excited on whatever I can come up with.. Thank you very much! (⊙-⊙)