Hey everyone! This is my first Hellsing story (drabble more like), so we'll see how it goes. No flames please! And I'm a girl writing this story from Pip's point of view, and I don't actually think of Seras like Pip does ok? I'm not lesbian! Disclaimer: I don't own the poem, manga (original storyline), anime, or character(s), just this story. Enjoy and leave a review!

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Dulce et Decorum est pro patria mori. It is sweet and right to die for your country. Or in my case, it is sweet and right to die for someone you love. And that someone was Seras Victoria.

I lay there bleeding on the cold floor, watching her as she watched me. Tears filled her eyes, but I couldn't understand why she would cry for me. Sure, I was dying…but that didn't mean I didn't still love her. I had always loved her and I always will. I looked down once more at my wound, the bloody mess that used to be my stomach. I couldn't escape that scythe of Zorin's, and the pain I felt when it struck me… well, I can't say the pain was worse than the pain I felt knowing I had to say goodbye to Seras. I knew that if Seras would drink my blood, our souls could still be together. I could never see her again, hold her again, or talk to her. I would just be part of her. But hey, that's good enough for someone like me! Looking back up at my mignonette, I could tell that she really did care about me. I smile weakly, tasting the metallic blood that continued to pour slowly from my mouth. I tell her to drink my blood, and for a split second, she seems nervous. But finally, she nods, and leans down. Our lips meet for a moment in a heartrending kiss, sending sparks throughout whatever was left of my body. As she pulls away, I let out a little chuckle. All this time she seemed to resent me so much…but it looks like she might have loved me just as much as I loved her. She continues to cry, tears of blood dripping from her eyes. "Don't cry" I tell her. Crying is really a silly thing to do, especially if this isn't the final goodbye for us. I keep telling her to stop crying, until I can't speak or breathe any longer. I exhale one last time, knowing that my death was sweet and right...knowing I could still be a part of Seras even after I was gone.

Dulce et Decorum est. It is sweet and right.