Tea Time.
A/N: Welcome to my short little fanfic. As always I hope that you will enjoy it. Please R&R. (I mean it)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Hellsing.
Chapter One
Walter C. Dornez placed a tray of cookies and cake slices in the middle of the small table that was sitting in the study of the Hellsing Manor. The table was being set for a most interesting and possibly violent occasion. For you see on this day Sir. Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing the head of the Hellsing Organization was going to have tea with Enrico Maxwell the head of Vatican Section XIII Iscariot. Their hatred for each other was well known and it had lately been causing problems, until finally The head of the Vatican and the Convention of Twelve (minus Integra) decided that for the fight against the supernatural to be a success the two of them would have to put all of their differences aside and become friends. Of course it was easier said then done.
Walter heard footsteps behind him and turned. In the door way, looking at the table with an expression of dread stood Integra. Her face was dark and clouded, and she seemed to be dressed in funeral attire. "Is everything ready?" she asked flatly, "It is Sir. Integra." said Walter with a bow. Integra nodded "Good." she said simply and looked at the watch on her wrist. "He should be here in 30 minutes." she thought with a sigh. When she was told about this mandatory meeting during last weeks Round Table Conference she thought it to be a joke and treated as such, unfortunately it was not and when the realization sunk in she became very irate.
"How dare you make judgments behind my back!?" she exploded, "You have no right! I'm an equal member ju-" "You are an equal member but when your actions begin to downgrade the overall effectiveness of Hellsing and it's role in protecting the crown we have every right to interject." Sir. Shelby M. Penwood broke in calmly. Integra leaned forward "When have my action ever downgraded Hellsing!?" she asked, "Well, Sir Integra," another member spoke up, "For the past few weeks you seemed more intent on killing Iscariot agents then vampires." Integra shot him an angry look, "Don't get me started on Iscariot and it's bullshit! If you've forgotten they tried to kill me!"
Integra glared at the eleven members sitting at the table, no one said anything for some time until Sir. Penwood broke the silence. "Integra we are quite aware of Iscariot's actions and that's why we need this madness to stop. The Pope agrees." he told her with annoyance slightly tinging his voice. Integra stared at him in shock "You've contacted the Pope?" she asked "What else are you doing with out my knowledge?" she stood up from her chair and started pacing the room, "Please Integra you have to understand that we are intervening for your own good, now what has been done can not be changed, Maxwell arrives in three days so be ready for him." With that Sir. Penwood got up and left the room. To Integra's misfortune the three days passed quicker then she had hoped and now she would be faced with the unwanted twit in less then an hour.
Meanwhile Enrico Maxwell was no less grief stricken then Integra, "This is ridicules." he mumbled as he stared out the window of the black BMW."Why in the world would the Pope be punishing me like this?" he sighed, Father Reinaldo looked at his companion "I don't think this is a punishment, it's just a chance for us to extend our friendship to Hellsing." Enrico glared at Father Reinaldo "Extend or friendship? Are you serious, that woman has allowed her minions to kill our agents." Father Reinaldo nodded "That's true but you did try to kill her first." he added. Enrico scoffed "Please, that wasn't serious! Just a small bomb." he shook his head in disgust, "If I really wanted her to be killed I would have sent Heinkel or Yumie."
The two of them sat in silence until they arrived at Hellsing Manor. From the window Enrico could see Intagra waiting for him on the front steps dressed entirely in black with a sword attached to her belt. "She's armed." Enrico said worriedly "Shouldn't I be armed too?" he asked Reinaldo. Reinaldo sighed and removed a pistol from his briefcase and gave it to Enrico, "Grazie." Enrico Maxwell said as he took it and opened the door. "Integra." he said plastering a false smile on his face "How nice to see you." he extended his hand to her. Integra slowly took it and gave it a firm shake. "Good Morning Enrico. I hope your trip went well." she said, Enrico nodded "Oh yes, perfect. No complaints what so ever. I only hope I can say the same for your tea and hospitality." Enrico smirked. "Yes," Integra answered flatly "Well, do come in." she added turning and walking into the house. Enrico leaned close to Father Reinaldo's ear "She's planning something." he whispered "I can feel it."
to be continued....