A/N- I didn't actually use characters from Hellsing, but rather, based original characters off of Pip and Seras. It's basically a short drabble between two actors who have Pip and Seras' personalities, written for Badger Demon and Aave. Please R&R!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hellsing, and if I did, Captain might actually say something other than "…"

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Anna stood on the stool on the empty stage. The auditorium was abandoned, most everyone having left for the day. She silently leafed through a booklet entitled 'Hellsing: The Musical,' not noticing the man who silently walked towards her.

"So, you're Seras, huh?" he asked her.

Anna looked up from the script, observing the man. "Obviously," she replied stiffly. "And you-" A look of realization fell on her face. "Oh no. You're not the 'dashing French mercenary' who sweeps me off my feet and tells me to drink you're blood as you die?"

"It's not my fault you wouldn't drink blood," the man said defensively. "You were going to die!"

"The undead can't die!" said Anna, practically screaming at the man. "Anyway, what do you want?"

The man looked at her. "Well, the first rehearsal is tomorrow, and I thought, maybe if you wanted, we could practice a bit? You know, get on the good side of the director?"

He knew the answer even before he finished his question. "Forget it," replied Anna, returning to her script.

"Aww, come on," said the man enthusiastically. He held up a plastic knife. "You could drink my blood," he said jokingly.

"That's disgusting!"

The man stood before her, slightly discouraged. "Please," he said, his voice sounding somewhat serious this time. "London is a hard city to make it in. You need a good name as much as I do."

Anna's eyes slowly moved up to look at the man. "Fine," she responded reluctantly. "Only because I want to be successful."

The man grabbed her hand and steered her towards the edge of the stage, jubilant over scoring a 'date.'

"What's your name, anyway?" Anna asked.

"Hal!"

"Well, Hal," she said, her words short from being pulled from a single arm. "Try anything funny and I bite you."

"That was a really bad joke!" Hal responded, pulling Anna into the curtains. "Besides, nothing funny happening here!"

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I tried to capture Pip and Seras' personalities in Anna and Hal, but I don't really know if I succeeded. Please R&R!