Hello all my friends! I, Auto, is on writers block from "Be Careful for What You Wish For", but I won't leave you hanging, as I made this new fanfiction, for my two favorite animes, Hellsing and Hetalia! I hope you enjoy this as much as I have, though this chapter is really short. . I don't own Hellsing or Hetalia, they go to their respectful owners.
England, at a remote village, the date was june 14, on a Wednesday, a lone priest had arrived at the village's church. But, unlike others, this particular priest was of the most bizarre sort. He rarely appeared outside during the day, often restricting himself to his dark, somber church. On the rare occasions when he did venture forth, it was always on the most overcast of days. Always, his hood would be drawn over his face. He just seemed... Abhor the sun in all it's forms. Soon, it happen, in a case presented one week hence, a teenage boy, sent to the neighboring village, disappeared. The situation quickly became one of dour emergency. In the brief time of ten days, ten villagers disappeared...
The villagers became paralyzed with fear, but, a young man, escaping from the clutches of death itself, ran to the police to reveal the perpetrated. He explained, that he stood in the very jaws of darkness. It was, at first, too black to reveal the features of the man, but as the moon rose, and cast a small beam towards him. There, with his mouth still dripping with fresh blood, was revealed the priest.
The villagers and local police sought answers, and immediately stormed his church. But unfortunately, fortune was against them, as it rapidly approached night. Once the moon had risen, the priest revealed his sharp, scissor like teeth, his eyes blood shot red, and with one leap, he attacked those there...
Two Days Later...
Outside of the village, where a group of policemen have camped out, the group was recently visited by a man who was heard to be an expert in situations like this. Hewas in his early 20's, had short blonde hair, his eyes were a light shade of green, his stare seemed to pierce through people. He wore a brown suit and tie, looking more like a business man that the type to be needed in this situation. His name was Arthur Kirkland, head of the Hellsing organization. As he walked into the camp, a police officer approached him, "Arthur Kirkland, we've been waiting for you." Arthur ignored him, and continued to walk, "Where's the officer in charge here?" he demanded. The officer then led him to a tent, stoping in front. "Please step in, we're currently out of ideas," he said in a low voice, motioning Arthur to step in. Arthur thanked the man, and stepped inside the tent. Inside, a man was talking to some other officers that were inside with him, but became quiet when he noticed him at the entrance of the tent. "You... You're Arthur Kirkland? What's going on in this village?!" he asked, completely getting past the sense of dumbstruck. All Arthur could do was bring a smile to his face, but answered his question, "You needn't worry anymore. For now on, this will be under the jurisdiction of Hellsing."