Hetalia Gen Recs 04
Prompt: During WW2, Nazi doctor Josef Mengele conducted experiments on identical twins. Alfred and Matthew, taken as prisoners of war, were delivered to his program. A rescue is on its way, but it won’t be soon enough to stop the nightmares…
Author’s Warnings: This story contains frank descriptions of violence, torture, starvation, death and just general inhumanity. It is likely to cause some discomfort, at the very least, somewhere along the way. Reader discretion is advised. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Notes: Obviously this is a Holocaust story. That’s a warning in and of itself. But it’s very well written, thoroughly heartbreaking and very real. I highly recommend this story. Just maybe not at night. And have some fluff on hand…
Title: United States Of America
Prompt: He called himself ‘the united states’ but that was a lie.” America has a well-kept secret. Short drabble, but might turn into something later.
Notes: I love this drabble so much because it gets to the heart of a uniquely American problem. It’s short, but it gets right to the heart of things and doesn’t need to be any longer.
Title: Five Thousand Years
Prompt: A very short fic that tries to reconcile the cheerful, toy-loving China we see in the series with his modern-day incarnation, and does so in a beautiful, heart-breaking way.
Notes: Really interesting.
………………………………………………I have a very bad feeling that, as a twin, this first fic is going to hurt me very very badly even though I’m not identical. That’s not even taking the rest of the warnings into account.
Just a feeling, mind you.
Aw crap, I just looked at how long it is. This is going to hurt.
Welp, I just read the first chapter. I can almost feel the pain waiting. I know it’s inevitable. But…gads, this is going to hurt. Babies. My babies. My twin baby boys. ;A;
Saw the first two words of the second chapter. Arthur.Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap. The father figure. I’m just going to die now, okay? Okay.
GAD DANGIT. THIS FAMILY IS KILLING ME. GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
(And Russia is actually about as caring as I could believe and thepain gad freaking dangit.)
And I didn’t know chloroform could do that. Learn something new every day.
So much worse than I anticipated.
I CANNOT COMMUNICATE THE PAIN I AM IN FOR THIS FAMILY. *CLAWS AT CHAIR AND CLINGS*
GadNo. Nononononono no losing twins. No. Nonononononononono.
Crap, I just finished the second chapter and no bad very bad I do not like this pain, do not want.
Okay, I took a nice long break, I even had a nice chat with you. Now, back into the fire.
Oh crap, this hurts more than I remembered NOOOOOO. The babies. Stooooooop. No hurting.
*keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeens* I am not prepared for this, I am not prepared for this at all. Suspense is the absolute worst and I hate this why does Matthew need a bar to bite down on I don’t want to know someone help him help them out out get them OUT.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE. NO. NO EYES. NO. NONONONONONO. STAY AWAY FROM THE EYES. NOPE. NOT. CAN’T. NO. I WANT OUT.
I have finished chapter three and have stopped clutching my face long enough to type this. This fic is a beautifully crafted monstrosity, Darling, and I’m not sure I’m going to survive this.
Okay, chapter four. The beginning isn’t as bad as the others. If I don’t think about it too hard it’s like really painful whump. I expect the second part of this will make up for the pain and then some.
And I have a horrible, horrible feeling that when Matthew wakes up he’s going to have blue eyes and that’s just going to hurt. Or they’ll be messed up but I’m going with optimism and not letting myself think about that.
And wow, I am actually getting a bit nauseous with all the details this fic includes.
All right, that chapter wasn’t aspainful. I know it’s all in preparation for the next chapter, but I’ll take the respite where I can.
All right, on to chapter five. Make it through this and I’ll be halfway!
I know it’s serious and awful but I am positively cooingover the family dynamics here. Protective, vengeful England. Love it. (Glad I survived this far.)
So, I’m an idiot. Only last chapter I commented about getting nauseous about the details, and what did I do? I went and got something to eat. Well done, me, well done.
The diseases didn’t bother me, I have full confidence Alfred will pull through. But *no* why are you cutting my baby open, no no no no.
Okay, halfway through. I can do this.
Aw crap, blue tears. This is going to break my heart.
Yep. My heart it’s gone.
Oh Crap.Alfred’s still sick? Crap, crap, crap.
And I am just going to cling to the brotherly and family moments to get through this, otherwise I don’t think I could.
Okay, chapter seven. I am probably being foolishly optimistic to hope that the worst has passed. Because four more chapters. Still. Optimism.
All right…not as bad as I feared. My hope that things are getting better is slowly growing.
And chapter eight, switching things up and going straight back to the camp.
NO TWIN DEATH
Two more chapters. I can make it through two more chapters.
I am a pool of feelings for this family.
And I’m going to revel in this group hug for a little while and try not to think about how there’s one more chapter and how foreboding the mention of nightmares is at the end of this one.
Yep, I was right. Although I’m really glad it didn’t go into vivid flashes of memory. And yes, good, cuddling.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, these boys.
Okay, that was a lovely, if emotionally traumatizing fic. These babies. I love them.
All right! On to the next fic!
Oh wow, that’s an interesting take on America and the states. I agree that it’s a uniquely American thing and huh. Very interesting. I wonder how his personality’s changed as the years progress and states were added and populations shifted and grew. It’s so interesting.
All right, on to the last fic!
Oh wow. This was beautiful.China. Wow. They summed China up so well, so painfully well.
Thank you so much for these fics, Love! Exquisite, as always. Even if that first one left me literally writhing in pain and ow I should not think about that one for a little bit. Thank you! <3
Sherlock Gen Recs 02
Title: Seems So Easy for Everybody Else
Prompt: He signs his correspondences to the police as Sherlock H, as he always has, and he signs his letters to his parents as SH — they can take what they will from the S. He signs his school assignments S. Holmes, and manages to get away with it because he is the only Holmes in his classes. FtM!Sherlock.
Notes: Trigger warnings for trans issues, brief mention of suicidal ideation. Very well written. Sherlock is Sherlock, even as she and then he struggles with his identity. It’s just perfect.
Prompt: Sometimes you’re Anthea, sometimes you’re Anthony, but you’re always still you.
Anthea is genderfluid, and very few people understand.
Notes: So, I have never read a story that included a gender fluid character before. But from what little I know about the experience of gender fluid individuals, this story is amazing at giving insight into what that would feel like. (And it does have a pairing, right at the end. It’s Anthea/Mycroft, but it’s not really the main focus of the fic.)
Title: Selfish, Selfless
Prompt: John’s older sister has been an addict since she was old enough to reach the liquor cabinet of their father and the pill bottle on their mother’s bedside. And when she was under the influence, she’d do horrible things to baby John.
Notes: Warning for sibling abuse, drug addiction, alcoholism, and child neglect. Incredibly well written, but horribly painful, especially because it’s totally plausible.
Gads, the first one is so well written. I don’t usually read fics with any gender bending, but this one was really good. Really, really good. I will admit that I expected it to turn into Johnlock, but I’m very satisfied with how things were left. Excellent fic.
Oooo, the next one was also interesting. Again, not what I usually read, but very well done. It’s an interesting perspective, and one I’d never seen portrayed before. Lovely little read.
…well, it’s right before bed and I just looked at what the last fic is andnopeI do not want to think about the dreams that might give me. Something to read in the morning, then.
*twelve hours later*
That didn’t hurt *quite* as badly as I thought it would, but I’m exceptionally glad I didn’t read that last night.
I do like Mycroft, and this fic has only made that grow.
Just…go crawl under a rock Harry.
And on that note, I need to go find fluff. *sambas into the sunset*