This is infact, a song fic. The lyrics are spoken in most of the diolouge of this story. The song is "Red Flag" by Billy Talent. That's all I have to say. Read and Review please!
Disclaimer: Hellsing isn't mine and nor are the aforementioned lyrics.
I
"He says to cast off that crutch," Arthur spoke plainly to Islands from behind his desk. Islands looked down at Walter.
"I got that much, thank you, Sir Hellsing," Islands straightened his tie and looked at the fourteen-year-old boy before him. Hands on hips, frowning. He smoked a cigarette. Islands was mildly intimidated by him.
"The red flag…hmm. It's the Nazi flag now, isn't it? They are hardly for the people," Arthur said as he looked paperwork over. "We're sending you and Alucard, Walter."
The boy was collecting tea cups from around Arthur's study. He perked up and looked at Arthur. "Sir?"
"To War boy! The Kids of tomorrow don't need today! You can remedy this, can't you, Walter?" Arthur smirked. Islands looked a bit pale at the thought of sending a boy to do a man's job.
Walter smiled, "We especially don't need today when we live in the sins of Yesterday."
Arthur stood. "I'll alert the vampire."
II
"I've never seen us act like this. Our only hope is the minds of kids?" The King of England Questioned the three before him. He shook his head.
"They'll show us a thing or two," Arthur smirked.
"Has it come to this then? Our only weapons are the guns of youth?" The Queen asked as Arthur stood with Walter and Alucard. The King turned from his wife to the window. The English streets were desolate, sad. He shook his head.
"It's only time before they tighten the noose," Walter spoke suddenly and the King focused on him. Walter's gloved hand stretched out and pointed to the King and Queen. "Then the hunt will be on…for you."
III
The plane soared over Nazi Germany and Walter sat poised atop a black box. The yank next to him looked as intimidated as Islands. Walter smoked his last English cigarette. If he wanted anymore he would have to bum them from the yank, and that thought was disgusting.
"Are you really prepared for this, Kid?" His accent was atrocious and Walter made a face.
"Are you?"
"Well…I don't know. I don't know if this is a war we can win," he said gently to Walter. Walter scoffed and stood on top of his previous sitting place.
"Whine won't cut it, Soldier!" He shouted and smirked. "Do you want to die?"
"N-no, but-"
"Like the smallest bee packs a sting! Like a pawn checkmates a King! We'll attack at the crack of dawn!" Walter shouted and laughed. The man before him quivered and Walter sneered. "Still you fright!"
"They have so many followers. They have so much. What if we can't beat them!"
"Sniveling dog!" Walter shouted and took the man by the lapels of his uniform. "Build a ladder if there's a wall! Don't be afraid to slip and fall! Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you!" He dropped the man and laughed again. "THIS IS WAR!"
IV
"We don't need this. These Nazis," Walter said to Alucard before he climbed into his coffin for the long fly to Warsaw.
"We don't. Like a fire, doesn't need water."
"Like a jury needs a liar," Walter smirked.
"Like a riot, doesn't need order," Alucard agreed and smirked at the youth before him.
"Like a madman, needs a martyr," Walter stood and looked down at Alucard, who only smirked back.
"We don't need them."
"We don't need them."
"Cast off that crutch that kills the pain!" Alucard laughed joyously. War was at hand!
"The red flag waving never meant the same!" Walter cheered with the vampire.
"The kids of tomorrow don't need today!"
"When they live in the sins of Yesterday!"