Hetalia sideblog that I should've made before 2015 (fan since 2009!)
Ironically not too long after I got into something else, until 2022.
20+ ESL They/Them. FUB Free
i'm tend(d)ero, didi, goldammer(chen), [insert here other nicks]. i used to have a quote here—kept on my about—but it felt pretentious in a heta sideblog. let's just say this is a DL;DR (don't like; don't read), SALS (ship and let ship) and YKINMK (your kink is not my kink) fan blog: profiction i guess, but...
[about] [ships] [fics] [tags]
aph-tired until may 2022 > tried if i already had mister-ddr, inspired in aph-/hws- urls. only "lurked" for most of the year, until i decided to make some own posts (and write fanfics). feb 2023, changed it for a last time to goldammerchen (little yellowhammer).
favorite or most used time period: post-war/cold war and the after, stopping 10-20 years ago for my sanity. but! my main focus is on characters rather than in mega exact historical accuracy: loosely historical, low fantasy, and meta.
rbed stuff has almost no tags! (sorry), i tag ships more than individuals.
How I interpret heta charas existence (+ the "houses")
(Remade) Prussia’s bird possible Species (my hc, obv see the url)
Gil was never a chaste character (+ related)
He was the DDR post (tl;dr + tag)
Navigation for posts like the ones above + custom Gil tag
please Send an Ask if you send a Message! (here or on the writing side-sideblog, teaedon!) MSG Notifications to this Sideblog rarely* work, probably because i don't use the mobile App.
(may 2026: tumblr keeps logging me off over and over since last month so i will be on hiatus every now and then. also i need to finish wips anyway)
*they only work in the old tumblr menu? when i'm reporting bots, or iirc also the last time i opened the "create a blog" thingy. btw, besides only using the site on desktop, i rarely use the Dashboard. ofc notifs also work when the bubbles are open (that's why i need a heads up!), but if i have no reasons to keep them open i will close them...
the app i actually have on mobile is discord.
Why are your Hetalia AO3 fics currently on anon?
I want to troll surprise my subscribers, while also the progress on my main projects has been slow.
[DW account]
copypasting the fics list post here (same link as above but reblogable):
Fics list [#fanfic tag 🪶] (Fics only sideblog)
Hate me a little and come back to me [AO3], Explicit! PruHun. In progress
[More works in that series]
Au pas, au pas, au pas [AO3], GerFra(Ger). Completed
+ Extra: Cuando tienes dos cabrones de amigos (BTT)
Fotosynthese, CRACK ficlet :), starring Alfred and...
Inevitable [AO3], One-sided GerPru (Blood, Drama, Near Death...)
(I saw this in a dream) [AO3], PruAus, Zombie au.
“a cold war bizarre cooperation” One sided Bela.rus x Russ.ia; Rusprus (yukiusagi). Hints to AmeBela, Rusame (AmeRus), AmeGer. Some ableist language. [AO3].
My #hetahorrorweek 7/7 fics [AO3 links]… A lot of CWs.
A good day in between many bad days [AO3], HRE & Pru Angst and Humor
[Afterlife Idea/WIP, Tumblr only]
going under [AO3], dreamy German bros angst, pay atention to tags.
Thanatos, my Mythalia March fic. FrAus, SpAus, PruAus and more. Explicit! And on going (6/7)
Ghosts [AO3], sad FraPru(Fra)
Playmate (2/2) [AO3], PolPru Week Day 1, Commonwealth…
The Next Me [AO3], German bros having an argument.
Stolen from a movie [AO3], It happened out of nowhere; not everybody came back.
Before The End [AO3], pre-Valentine's Frying Pangle.
Things are changing (and I didn't know) [AO3], Gil living.
The Return (old intro) / [AO3, new intro]
Phonecall [AO3], PruAus.
Charging Dragon [AO3], solo Gil, but German bros background.
Worrisome peace [AO3], Fluff and Angst Pangle + Lud.
In a blink of an eye, together [AO3], another PruHun in progress (help)
The Only Way Out is Up [AO3], Gil whump (Castle WIP).
Frying Pangle in Pyjamas [AO3], Hotel, established.
[I hit the links limit ;o;! Please go to the Fics link at the start]
Finding you [AO3], (Forest WIP)
(No) Trouble in Paradise [AO3], Established Modern PruHun (h/c)
(+WIP I don’t know when I’ll bother to write properly)
WIPs List (September 2024)
also: #outlines/drafts 🪶; #fic wips, #fic notes and #fic ideas
Also (talking about wips): One-shot 1 (👻); One-shot 2 (AU); Lud&Gil centric series (+extra / canon-divergence); Historical GDR Prussia centric (90s +post-war flashbacks), and… Everything on anon until I’m done with a fucking Crossover 🤪, that will be polished compared to NGE and CSM ones.
Do I know what I am doing? No.
Will that stop me? No, it hasn’t before. Besides we are talking about He(ll)talia fanfictions (<3), already unhinged (<333), stranger that most other media (+ inherently dealing with some touchy subjects), that’s why the separation. I’m writing what I should have done many years ago so now you will have to deal with me (or not).
...From the conference floor, Ludwig leaned one arm on the desk to help himself get back up from the carpet, seeing others get up as well. Every centimeter of his body hurt, and it smelled as if something had burned—them. He clenched his jaw, thinking in the renovation that at first it seemed it didn't change anything at all, not until someone pulled down a new lever switch. Then there was pain, and soon later everything went black...
He scoffed. Some voltage wasn't going to kill them, or anything really—he had tried before.
"Is everybody okay?" Ludwig asked.
Various voices responded that they were, but Ludwig struggled to differentiate them. Most were back up to their feet—Feliciano, Lovino, François, Erzsébet, and even Roderich were on his feet...
"...Brother?"
He told Gilbert to go to that meeting, so he could see the everybody together again before Halloween.
His brother was still on the floor, next to his chair.
"Brother?!"
Ludwig got on his knees next to Gilbert. No pulse in his neck, no breathing. "He needs a defibrillation!" he shouted right before starting with the chests compressions...
...And then he woke up, again, his heart thumping in his chest.
The dogs moved closer to his face as he sat. "I'm fine, I'm fine," whispered Ludwig to them, as he patted them at the same time he put on his slippers, knowing where to go: it was the only way he would get back to sleep.
Not needing to turn the lights on (in fact, he preferred not to), in no time he was opening Gilbert's door. Ludwig first saw the many pillows before he saw his brother, with the cats sleeping behind him, and the bird next to his hair.
Ludwig's pain ended the same day, while his brother didn't have the same luck. He had to recover in the hospital, and of the organs, his heart and lungs and even kidneys suffered the most, needing dialysis...
"West?"
His brother's voice was so low, it was hard to recognize as his.
"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up—is it your headache over?"
"It's alright, I wasn't asleep anymore, went to bed earlier than usual. Worth it, my headache is almost over, for now."
"I'm glad..." Not fully glad. Perhaps he needed to try new medication again.
After closing the door behind him, Ludwig sat on his brother's bed, petting the cat closer to him. Gilbert didn't move. He asked, "nightmare?"
"Correct."
"Two years already, isn't it? Haha. I'm... No, we argue enough about this."
I'm not getting better, it isn't going to go away! I got better for a while and then I got worse again. You just don't get, cannot fucking get it...!
If Ludwig could swap his arms with his brother, he would to. With all new nerves, the pricking and burning would be gone, and the function would be fully back, while Ludwig would grow new arms back.
"West, have I ever told you about the time I got struck by lightning when I was a kid?"
Ludwig swallowed. At the point, he wasn't sure if he should start lying. "You have, brother..."
His foolish brother raised his sword when lightning was about to strike, a storm following behind—he thought God would protect him. At least Erzsébet was there to carry him to safety.
"Oh, dammit. How many times have I tried to tell you the same?"
"Don't worry about that."
"I miss the old me. Better memory, smarter, and not tired all the fucking time."
"I miss you too," Ludwig echoed faster than he could regret. Shit.
Gilbert chuckled. "You sure? Didn't I make too much trouble?"
Ludwig took a breath, not knowing what to respond—no, if to respond.
His brother turned around a little, wincing. He wanted an answer.
"You were happier. Noisier, but happier..."
That made his brother snort.
The only serious trouble were the occasional trial for insulting people, sometimes including some fights. Out of diplomacy and politics, he mostly tried to enjoy his life, and to leave his mark being helpful where he could. Now, he struggled (it is as if I lost all my progress from the nineties, he said once). If he could go out as frequently as before, he would get in as much fights or more he used to get before retiring.
"West?"
"Yes?"
"Shouldn't you go back to sleep? There is enough space is you want to stay."
It was one of these nights in which Ludwig did the same he once did as an often sick child, he thought as he found space behind the pillows and cats.
*****
Reference to Chapter 1: Petrichor of In a blink of an eye, together (only chapter until now, oops!). This is once another fic where I injured or killed everybody (outcome being different for Gilbert because his normal healing)... I lost the count of them. Will bother to put this on AO3 later.
Oh, other info picked from Wikipedia Electrical injury (see Signs and symptoms, and Epidemiology). Will never forget about rhabdomyolysis thanks you House, and Chubby/emu.
i didn't want to remember something and then tmblr search put it on my face when i was looking words i mentioned before bc it sorts by popularity first. next time i have to use advanced options or add "?post_role=original" at the end (and there is even more options than there used to be)
frying pangle like erzsi doms rod > rod doms gil > gil...
the rest of the time gil is bickering with the other two, and both actually enjoy that - until he gets too annoying, but that can be dealt with ;)
gil doms rod sometimes but erzsi stops him before going overboard, kinda like that part in that christmas event. edit: that, or both join forces to dom rod >:3c
both gil and erzsi want to fuck rod just fucking learn to share 😭
those two want rod so much lmao, but unless rod tells them he can be with both this thing can't progress. and is convenient for roderich because apparently he is terrible at taking care of himself so getting 2 people looking after him is a win-win.
#like i get it rod is breedable or whatever people say #everybody wants rod #fucking everybody #both pru+hun are childish /and/ horny is sdfsdffsd #disaster people #like erzsi is more adjusted than gil only cuz everybody is more adjusted than him only LOL #except ivan. he def has issues but of the other kind #sr. tnddr #🍳 #nsft txt #rip heta event that never continued i would have loved the frying pangle banter(?) #frying pangle #Remade cuz dyslexia :')
i think erzsi can be vulnerable for or during sex like any other person, but talking about dom&sub dynamics in specific (aka sex roleplaying lol), imo anything too hardcore will activate her "i'm going to fucking kill you" mode, besides making her panic a bit. a combination of them being like that, and an another bit of trauma.
Also read (talking about blood since yesterday and before really, well Gil drenched in it in specific), uhmm: Harvest, Inevitable, Feliks’ Tea, (I saw this in a dream), Fool’s blood, The Trickster, Der Jäger, Stolen from a movie, Big Bad Wolf, Two times Mister DDR died, Broken window, Uninvited, The Only Way Out is Up
*iirc in think in some fics it isn't described but can be assumed from the type of injury
post napoleonic wars, a guy being convinced that gil is a vampire and breaking into his house to kill him (both gil and his bird sleeping too deeply, and not having dogs at the moment). the dude manages to stake gil, but when he is turning around to leave, gil revives and grabs him by the neck. either smashes his head around or strangles him or both. gil calms down enough to see what happened, and in between dying and reviving again, sends a note to the police with gilbird ("someone broke in and tried to kill me when i was asleep; i was only dead 2 seconds. i killed him. please come here. -mr. prussia") (maybe in the past he could've just get rid of the corpse but now he rather explain). when the cops arrive the door is open, gil is dead on the floor but scares the shit out of them when he revives once again. gil shows them the stake still in his chest and explains the bloody mess, and says, "now i can remove this." pulls out the stake before can be stopped. "fuck i should've done this in the bathroom, easier to cle..." (dies again). gets a free day, some people opine it should've been more but the king and co. don't care (hc again that just as some people are callous with reps, others have a soft spot for them). gil is like "i'm fine" but struggles to sleep during the next nights, afraid of this happening again and getting nightmares about this and other bad experiences. gets a dog or more.
need to make a quick fic where gil finds himself on the bathroom floor, nose bleed, mouth bleed (this taste and sour), ragged breathing. he sits, and is confused as hell, doesn't know where he is, doesn't know what year it is. looks at his sleeves, and he sees the materials and colors of uniforms from all over centuries, in order. when it stops in normal civilian sleeves, he checks his body: no injuries. oh, he's dying, alone; aright, he should call... but the concept of mobile phones slips out his brain, and soon the entire concept of phones. leaning his face on the toilet's lid, he thinks, giddy, what a curious toilet, what a strange material that for sure isn't wood, that doesn't seem to be ceramic either (about the plastic, or idk, not a toilet expert). laughs, everything is so new, how long has he lived? thoughts are interrupted by him having to vomit more blood. everything is so marvellous, everything hurts. something is scratching the door (the dogs), but the sound gets farther and farther away...
i will need to describe surroundings and objects without calling them by the name. also previous idea was inevitable but with frying pangle in vienna (also hematemesis instead of hemoptysis), this time talking with the medical personnel a bit (so kinda like two times... too). after somewhat stabilized, still in shock and pain: "do i look like i will survive?" evasive answer (extra, around here or when picked up: mentioning something about hoping to not freak up, even more. not wanting to get aggro). comment about maybe not being the first time there (frontal crash but could be a different hospital), and other times dying or almost dying in that city. why? now he is who doesn't want to answer, not wanting to talk about rode defenestrating or poisoning him, or fuck it maybe stabbing too (if i was rode i probs would want to stab gil). survives? erzsi and rode visit him, and lud should get there soon. here or before or both times thoughts about not wanting to worry lud.
Was going to try to write this as a ficlet right away but it is late and cold:
Early morning, still night, Ludwig gets up to get to the bathroom. In his way there, he sees Gil's door is open. Instead of seeing his brother, he sees an empty bed with a pillow stained in blood. Panicking, he rushes to the bathroom, slamming the door open. Gil curses, startled. He is pinching his nose, and his face is wet. There is still some blood over his upper lip.
...Dialogue here; Gil got a nose bleed while he was sleeping...
...The entire next day Lud is worried and imagining worse case scenarios about his brother's health. Gil has a normal day (aside Lud calling a lot). Doesn't even get a new nosebleed.
