Hetalia kink meme part 24

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Any - shopping for a slave

[anonymous]

There have been some really good slave fills and prompts on the meme lately. I'd like to see one that focuses on someone going shopping for a slave, whether it's in an auction or whatever. I'd like there to be a focus on how the owner and potential buyer talk about and handle the slave like an item instead of a person. Any characters for any roles are okay.

Uh -- potential *third* filler?

[anonymous]

Mind if I do something with genderswapped Austria and Kugelmugel?

Picking a Colour (1/3)

[anonymous]

The inner holding pens of Sadiq’s business were dark and cool, with the light from a few well-placed windows and oil lamps to let the slaves be seen. It was a welcome relief on Jake Kirkland’s aching eyes. He blinked as he stepped inside, waiting for his vision to adjust, and pulled at his shirt collar where it was sticking to his neck

Picking a Colour (2/3)

[anonymous]

“Ten years old,” he said. “Mother’s Austrian, pretty docile. The sire had very unique colouring, but his temperament was too aggressive, I ended up selling him on. Though if you ask me they get the temper from the mother, I got those Italian kids out of a Spanish breeder, and she’s far better-behaved than the father ever was.”

The woman inside the cage looked up at them. She didn’t look like much at first glance - plain brown hair, her features regular and delicate but not really striking - but the movement, now, that was interesting. Not as fluid as the redheaded Italian kid, but interesting. Controlled. She looked up at them with a controlled gaze, and then down at the pale-haired kid hidden in her arms. And then, before Sadiq ordered her, she gently ushered the child off the bed, took it by the hand, and led it to the door, and Jake’s passing interest in the mother was gone

Picking a Colour (3/3)

[anonymous]

“She quiets down fast.” Sadiq dragged the boy into the larger holding room and closed the door, cutting off the noise. “It’s not like she remembers them for long. Last time she had twins. Three days after I sold ‘em she looked like they’d never existed.”

“Well, I hope he gets that from her,” Jake half-grumbled. The boy was calling “Mama!” over and over, though his voice wasn’t very loud. In Jake’s experience that was normal for the younger ones, but it didn’t make the racket any more fun to put up with. “Quiet, you

Notes!

[anonymous]

Characters: Sadiq is Turkey (obviously), Jake is Australia, Matilda is Wy, her unnamed brother is Hutt River (because I couldn’t think of a name for him

Re: Notes!

[anonymous]

This was sad but powerful and a really interesting read. Good job A!A :)

Re: Notes!

[anonymous]

Thank you!

OP

[anonymous]

Wow, what a surprise to see another fill for this prompt, and such a great one, too! This one was truly chilling, and somehow the idea of breeding slaves strikes me as much more terrible than capturing them. I loved the way you used the various characters and how their presence was so strong even though most of them didn't even appear. You really made me sympathise with fem!Austria and poor Kugelmugel. Thank you so, so much, anon!

Re: OP

[anonymous]

Thanks very much!

I think what makes the breeding so horrifying is that on the one hand it sort of seperates the slaves from 'real' humans -- you aren't born a human and made a slave, except in certain conditions; you're born a slave, and thus ... mmm ... unfit to breed with normal humans? Probably there's an essay in there. And on the other hand, you've also got the tearing-children-away-from-their-parents aspect. (Speaking of which. I have a burning idea set in the same world as this story, but it's Seborga and fem!Spain and instead of being about the selling, it's about the familial seperation and it's kind of a metric shedload of angst. Mind if I post it in this thread, or would you prefer me to muck around with the Past-Part Fills post?)

Re: OP

[anonymous]

Reminds me of a Lincoln quote. His opponent tried to use racism to make people fear abolition and possible interbreeding. Lincoln was a sneaky man, and turned it around, using racism in his favor.

"Could we have had our way, the chances of these black girls (Dred Scott's), ever mixing their blood with that of white people, would have been diminished at least to the extent that it could not have been without their consent. But Judge Douglas is delighted to have them decided to be slaves, and not human enough to have a hearing, even if they were free, and thus left subject to the forced concubinage of their masters, and liable to become the mothers of mulattoes in spite of themselves-the very state of case that produces nine tenths of all the mulattoes-all the mixing of blood in the nation."--speech on the Dred Scott decision

Re: OP

[anonymous]

OP again~

Yeah, you just nailed it. That's exactly why the fill felt so horrifying in certain parts.

And feel free to post your other story wherever you think it fits best. Based on your description, I'd love to read that, even though I know it's going to tear my heart apart, haha.

Re: Notes!

[anonymous]

This is so good! Using 'dam' and 'sire' was a very good touch, and course your writing style is consistent and attention-getting. Fast-paced enough too.

And awww... Kugelmugel, you poor dear! I felt so sad for him. And I thought it was interesting how you mentioned that Gilbert's name had been taken from him, and yet FemAustria clearly referred to Kugelmugel by name. It helps emphasize that they are indeed normal people, despite society's attempts to dehumanize him.

All in all, awesome fic, A!anon!

Re: Notes!

[anonymous]

Wow, thank you! And YESSS, you picked up on the name thing! *Dances.*

Madre de Esclavo (1/4)

[anonymous]

This story exists in the same continuity, but isn't a direct sequel.

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Carlino’s mother gives him a name he’s not supposed to have. She gives all three of them the names they’re not supposed to have, and smiles and puts her finger to her lips, shh, secret. Shh, secret,, Lovino-Feliciano-Carlino, and they nod and put their fingers to their own lips, shh, secret, even if the men who own them don’t care what they call each other, because it’s not like real people will ever use their names.

When Carlino is this old, they take Lovino out of their mother’s cage. The rest of them see him when they’re all fed, and they whisper their names to each other, shh, secret. When Carlino is this old, they take Feliciano out, too, and it’s just Carlino and his mother to cuddle under the blankets, but at least maybe Lovino has someone to hold him at night, too

Madre de Esclavo (2/4)

[anonymous]

When he wakes up the next day, weak with pain, there’s a dressing over the throbbing brand on his upper arm, and his mother isn’t there. Nobody he knows is there. Carlino has never in his life seen the slave who wakes him. There’s nobody he knows, not Maria-who-had-twins or her pale-haired son, not Frances or her daughter Monique, none of them. There’s only his master, looking at him expectantly even though they only met the day before, and it doesn’t matter if Carlino is alone for the first time in his life. He has been a slave all of his life. He knows to obey.

His master calls him Seb, and Carlino wears the name obediently; it’s not really a name, more of a handle, because his master needs something to address him with. He keeps his shh, secret not-real name underneath, written across his breastbone, and carries out the work asked of him even though the pain in his arm threatens to overwhelm him. He guesses he must do all right, because in the evening his owner’s father glances at the tools in his hands and says We got a bargain