Chapter 1

"What time is it Walter?"

"It's about three Sir."

"They've arranged this meeting and still manage to be late?" The blond knight didn't take her eyes off the painting as she not so much asked a question but most likely stating it since she wasn't surprised. Being all dolled up and meeting with Hellsing's old adversary was the last thing she wanted to do this afternoon. But if it wasn't for the fact that the leader needed as much information as possible about Hellsing's new foe, Millennium, she wouldn't have bothered reading Maxwell's invitation.

"Do you think it's a trap?" She then asked.

"I highly doubt Iscariot would bold enough to stage a daylight attack especially an attack in public. And right in the heart of enemy territory."

"Plus it doesn't sound like something Italy would do." The blond haired nation known as England or as his human name, Arthur Kirkland, had added. He crossed his arms remembering how scared Italy had been when the World Wars had started and how quickly he had been switched sides by the end of the Second War despite how sad it made him for betraying his best friend.

"Italy?" Integra raised her eyebrow and gave the nation a questioning look," You mean there are others like you?"

Arthur wasn't surprised by her reaction. It hadn't been long since he had first revealed himself to the Hellsing organization.

Arthur nervously stood before Hellsing's gates not taking his green eyes off the mansion. He still couldn't comprehend that his boss and the queen had known about this all along. His own home was a breeding ground for vampires! He couldn't even believe that the blood suckers have been in existence for a long time now! And this is coming from a guy who suffers from illusions of fairies, wizards, and whatnot. He wondered is other nations knew about this as well.

'Well, it is a European folklore.' He thought stroking his chin as he closed his eyes in deep thought.

To his knowledge, the legends of vampires have originated in Hungary, and Slavic areas of Eastern Europe and in western Russia. He let out a silent shriek as his face when blue. What was he thinking? Of course they did! Well, at least some of them had known or had some idea the leeches existed! And here he was assuming Ireland* was making up bullshit stories. He felt stupid that his own brother knew more than he did.

It was also an explanation why Romania has been sending him dark looks this whole time. Those gazes the boy had cast on Arthur like a spell through those crimson (more like contacts since he loved living off the money of fang loving tourists) eyes were mixed with emotions of loss, anger, and a sense of obsession.

"Hey! You there!" Arthur snapped out of his thoughts when heard a voice.

"This area is off limits. Leave the premises now!" the guard ordered.

Arthur straightened himself up before reaching into his dark brown coat.

"I'm here on business for Sir Integra Hellsing." He pulled out an envelope revealing the royal seal on the opening, "I have orders from her majesty to come down here."

The guard gave him a perplexed look at first but then apologized when he fully registered what the nation had said. Arthur had guessed he must have just recently been working there when he glanced at the organizational seal on his clothing. The guard quickly opened the gates to allow him through.

Arthur gave a knock on the front door of the mansion. The door opened revealing an old butler with black and grayish hair tied back and wearing a monocle on his left eye.

"Hello. Who might you be?" he asked looking up and down at the blond with his blue eyes. Unbeknown to Arthur, the butler couldn't have seem to shake the feeling that he saw this man before but it wasn't oblivious to Arthur that the old chap was staring with that expression the whole time.

"I'm En-a representative of England sent from the queen to see Integra Hellsing." He showed him the same envelope he showed the guard.

"Is she here?"

"Why yes Sir Integra is here. She isn't expecting visitors but come in anyways. I'm sure this is something very important that calls to her attention." The butler stepped aside and allowed him in.

"My name is Walter Dornez by the way." The butler introduced to observe if Arthur would have recognized him in anyway by mentioning his name as he led him through the mansion. When the blond showed no sign of recollection Walter mentally shrugged it off and continued to lead him up the stairs to Integra's office.

He knocked on the door, "Sir Integra, you have a guest. It seems very important."

"Very well Walter, let him in." her voice said from behind the door. Walter opened the door to her office and Arthur went in.

Once the office door had been closed, it was just him and Integra. Arthur was in amazement. Not only that this vampire hunting organization was fierce but its director was as swell even in appearance. The woman was tall with a light shade of blond hair that cascaded possibly below her waist Arthur couldn't tell at the moment since she was sitting. But he saw piercing blue eyes behind those glasses she was wearing along with a midnight blue suit with the cross on her red tie.

"What is it that you're here for?" She asked as she lit up a cigar not taking her eyes off him.

"Oh," He began to sit, "I'm here to discuss matters of importance of you. But first I must give you this since it'll give better explanation than me telling you this myself. It's from the queen." He reached in his coat once again and gave Integra the envelope.

She let out a puff of smoke as she opened it and let her eyes traveled over the letter.

Dear Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing,

You may not know it and may have trouble believing it but the man you see before you is the very personification of our land. He is the nation known as Great Britain. Though he prefers you call him by England or by his human name, Arthur Kirkland in public. He may look no older than twenty three but he's been around longer watching over this land and his people years even before the reign of Henry VIII. I thought that it was best to not keep him in the dark like this forever especially since you've informed me recently of our new enemy. Please treat him well and keep him safe and he'll do his best to assist you in anyway. It would literally hurt him if anything were to befall on his home.

Her Majesty, the Queen

Integra reread the letter again with disbelief and amazement. This man? This man was the very embodiment known as England? Was it even possible for something to really exist? She closed her eyes for a second.

'If vampires are real, I suppose anything could be now.' She thought.

"You're giving the same look I gave my boss when I was told about the vampires." Arthur said.

Integra then smiled and shook her head before putting down the letter to get a better look at the person who is her own country.

"Then I guess you know full well about them then."

"Well yeah I do now. I know about them in my home. But I don't know much about your organization."

"The Hellsing Organization has been defending the British empire for generations. It's an agency with duty of finding and eradicating all supernatural and satanic threats to the church and crown." Another puff of smoke had risen from her lips as she explained.

"And by telling me this I guess you believe as well that I'm England." He smiled down when he said this scratching the back of his head.

"It's possible for anything to exist now. And I know the queen would never lie about something like this. Perhaps if I'd heard it from your lips at first, I would've casted you off believing you were some crazed man." She smiled once again.

"But how does your agency get rid of these vampires? Wouldn't your agents get easily killed since vampires are enhanced in a number of abilities? I mean even if your members are equipped with enhance weapons to killing them?" the nation asked.

"We fight fire with fire. Or shall we say fangs with fangs."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Arthur sweat dropped.

"She means me." A deep and dark voice appeared as a tall man dressed in red materialized through the wall.

Arthur jumped backed and screamed with his face drained of its color.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! IT IS TRUE DRACULA DOES EXIST!"

Looks like Ireland wasn't bullshitting after all.

*You all probably know this but I'm going to explain it for those who don't but Bram Stoker is an Irish novelist who wrote Dracula and that's why Ireland's been egging England on about vampires.