Another Request done for Thepurplemaiden here on FF. This is my first Seras Alucard fic. Also, my first real AU fic. Another one out of my element. :p
BUT OH! LOOK! The inevitable return of Rick Graham! Huzzah for the Aussie! ...I should go update some of my other fics...
Enjoy.
Disclaimer- Nothing is mine. Except Rick Graham.
World war two had just begun when Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing decided to escape the bombing of London. The countryside seemed safer, clearer and more friendly. She had arrived with her butler and maid-servant. Walter C. Dornez and Seras Victoria. The three of them would be the only people in the mansion for miles. They hoped that they would be safe in the quiet countryside.
Integra was skilled with weapons but her two servants were there not only to serve, but to protect their mistress from any invading groups that would come into the vicinity of their mansion.
And that was how it was for a two and a half years. The three of them spent their time having tea and playing checkers on the veranda. They stayed inside on some days, when they could see the smoke rising from the occupied area of France or when they thought they thought they saw tanks coming toward them, only to detour from the area of the free zone.
The Hellsing mansion was strategically placed on the boarder of the free zone and the occupied area in France. Integra found this bothersome. Walter didn't seem to care. Seras, though, found it exciting to be in the middle of something so interesting and history making as a war.
Even if the days were lazy they all secretly hoped for something exciting to happen in their little mansion.
Seras had become tired of wandering hallways and finding interesting things in the attic and basement. Walter and Integra had tired of checkers and tea… moved on to Gin and water.
The days dragged on like that until December thirteenth. At long last, the group found themselves in the midst of a group of strangers walking onto their property. They all quietly huddled at the window that looked out onto the property and looked at the uniformed men that marched their way toward their home in knee high snow. There were three of them, each one dressed in the uniform of His Majesties Royal Army.
"I think they're English…" Seras said, exhaling a breath that she didn't realize she was holding.
"It could be a trick. They could have stolen those uniforms from soldiers," Walter said helpfully, but Seras was already gone. She headed down the stairs toward the door.
"Seras?" Integra said and turned around, seeing her go. "Wait! They may be Germans!"
Though, it was too late, Seras had yanked the door open and was shouting at the three men to come inside. They looked at each other and then trudged their way to the mansion. When they entered they shook their coats and stomped their boots free of snow until they felt a bit more dry. Coats came undone and hoods were pulled back.
"Feel better?" Seras asked the soldiers.
"Much," said one. His accent was French, which was either a good sign or a clever ruse. "Now that you're here," he smiled at Seras. The Frenchman was tall and lean, obviously muscular with a face that looked like it had never frowned. He was cute… despite the eye patch.
"Shut up," another said. His accent was English. This caused Integra and Walter to descend a few steps toward the group.
"Excuse me," Walter said and the man looked up at him with dark eyes.
"Yes?" he said and continued unbuttoning his coat.
"Are you English?"
The man smiled and turned his attention from the butler, back to his coat. "Actually, I am Transylvanian. First generation, born in England." He smirked at Walter and Walter only looked on curiously.
"What are you doing here?"
"That is none of your business," he said and turned carefully to look the older man in the face. This man was obviously the one in charge with his lean, tall figure and dark hair. He had a frightening smile and Seras could only stare at him.
The third man pulled his hood down on his coat and made a face. "My god, being in a war has completely killed your social skills," the man strode forward and took the hand of Walter, shaking it in a manly way. "Rick Graham, are you all limey's, then?"
"Yes…" Walter said to the man who unfortunately was Australian.
"Talk about social skills," the French one said quietly. Seras laughed and he smirked at her.
Rick glared at the Frenchman, "That's Pip. And the English one is Alucard."
"Are you looking for a place to stay?" Seras inquired. Pip looked at Rick and Rick looked at Seras.
"Sure," he said. "We'd love it."
"Why aren't you young men in the occupied zone? Shouldn't you be fighting?"
"We…" Rick began.
"Uh…Um.." Pip chorused.
"Got lost," Alucard said in his husky voice. He spoke in a matter of fact tone. "We don't want to wander around in the occupied zone of France just the three of us. We're not stupid…"
Integra turned to Walter. "They can stay. They are our troops after all…" she told the butler. "Seras, Walter, gather their things and show them to a room."
Seras took Alucard's jacket from him, looking up and smiling. He looked down at her and rolled his eyes. Seras frowned. This may not be as exciting as she had hoped.