Well, not too many reviews on the first chapter but that's ok. I've only got two chapters, the third is still 'under construction' but it will be finished soon. I know these chapters might seem a little short but I'm working on length as well. If I write too much, the story won't be so interesting! Lol.

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Disclaimer: Florian, Alfons and all of the other minor characters that don't even exist in Hellsing or the OVA are pretty much my creations. I don't own Hellsing. If I did, we'd all probably be vampires by now :D


The next morning, Florian woke up with a splitting headache. He rose from the bed, his naked torso becoming exposed as the thin sheet cover tumbled down. He looked around, bleary eyed at his room. There were Stephan and Leo, George and Geoffrey, Adam and Ryan all sleeping on the floor, at the desks or half on the beds and half off them. How did they all get here anyway?

He glanced over to Alfons's bed. The brown-haired teen was on his back, foot and arm dangling from the side of the bed and his head hanging down over the side as well, mouth wide open while loud, rumbling snores ripped from him. In his hand he was still clutching the light sabre Florian had given him last night as a present.

Florian chuckled, but the sound of his own laugh increased his headache tenfold. Then he groaned which really only did the same thing. Apparently he couldn't chuckle and groan at the same time without having his head split in two. Carefully retracting his legs, which were being hugged by Stephan, from the bed Florian grabbed a towel, his tooth brush and some soap and made his way to the door leading out into the hallway.

But once he opened the door, there stood an angry looking horse in his way. Which was something he couldn't understand. How can a horse look angry anyway?

Wait, why was this horse dressed in women's clothing? That printed flower dress and cardigan were horrible, even for a guy to notice is saying a lot.

Oh, the horse was speaking now. Since when do horses speak?

"...cannot believe...! ...went and got drunk last night!... Of all things!" The horse's shrill voice finally reached his ears. Florian sleepily rubbed his eyes and the bleariness faded away which was when he realized that it wasn't a talking horse wearing an ugly dress but Mrs. Canker yelling at him and wearing an ugly dress. So basically nothing's changed much.

His headache just got increased a thousand-fold, what from horses speaking and wearing flower dresses to that annoying voice still yelling at him. Could she not see that he was in pain here?

"I am ashamed of you, Florian!" She continued to shout, her nostrils flaring angrily, her cheeks flushed pink. "You reek of alcohol!"

"Well, maybe I wouldn't if you're not blocking the way to the lavatory, Mrs. Canker." He just heard himself speaking without even knowing what he said. "And that dress is very ugly."

He saw Mrs. Canker's face do some sort of spasm and he could guess that she was probably trying to restrain herself from strangling him. He didn't care, he still had no idea what he just said.

All he knew was, his hair was a mess, he was half naked, his pants were wrinkled and his friends were strewn all over the floor like toys. And he really wanted to go brush his teeth because he could still taste the disgusting after taste of alcohol mixed with bad morning breath in his mouth and it was driving him nuts.

"Let him freshen up a bit, Mrs. Canker. It's alright really." Another, more soothing and gentle voice told the glaring woman. She seemed caught by surprise from this other voice. It was Mr. Dolnez. He was dressed pretty much the same as yesterday, only he added a shiny black bowler's hat to go with his outfit. He also had white gloves on, which Florian never really noticed last time they met. Or maybe it was because he couldn't remember at the moment, what with the alcohol and headache and all.

"He's made you wait!" Mrs. Canker shouted, turning her angry glare back on Florian. "And you'll both be late for..." She trailed off, now looking uncomfortable. Mr. Dolnez just patted her back and gave her one of his kind smiles.

"It's alright Mrs. Canker. We won't be late for our appointment." He said smoothly and gently pushed her aside so Florian could pass. He gave him an understanding nod and steered the silent, Mrs. Canker away from Florian's room, saying something like 'Let's have a nice cup of tea."

Once Florian got rid of the awful taste in his mouth, his head and his vision completely cleared up, he made his way back to his room. As he opened the door, the stink of sweat and alcohol hit him straight in the face.

"Bloody Hell." He muttered under his breath and he tiptoed around the still sleeping bodies on the floor. "This place really does reek!"

Getting dressed and fixing his hair while still holding his breath had to be a new record. He couldn't believe he got ready so quickly and still managed to breathe. He opened the one single window to let some fresh air in. Once some of the smell was gone, he began to work on waking up his friends so that they don't get in trouble.

Waking Stephan up was easiest. He could sleep through a fire without noticing but once someone starts to shake him awake, he springs up like a bunny, raring to have a go at life while still half-sleeping.

"Immup! Immup!" He started reassuring Florian, eyes still half-closed. He only laughed and led Stephan to the door. "I'm sure you are."

Next were the twins, George and Geoffrey. They were on the floor sleeping side by side with two beach towels covering them. Florian rolled his eyes and proceeded to shake them awake too. The trick with them was, since they're one of those really deeply connected twins, if Florian woke one up, the other would wake up almost immediately. Which was what happened. He sent them out the room as well.

A fresh breeze blew into the room and it was such a relief that most of the smell was gone now. Florian then woke up Leo. He too, jumped to his feet rather agilely and had shouted "Ham!" before he noticed that he was in Florian's room. Feeling sheepish and slightly embarrassed, he left the room by himself.

By then Ryan and Adam were slightly coming around from their drunken stupor. They got the shock of their lives when they woke up in each other's embrace. Florian's never laughed so hard since Mrs. Canker's Goth Man. The only people left in his room were him and Alfons, who was still sleeping soundly in that weird position of his.

"Alfi... Alfi wake up!"

Alfons didn't even twitch. Right above his bed was a sexy poster of Eva Longoria in some random pose. Florian knew how in love Alfons was with her so he decided to try something. If that didn't wake him up then he was most definitely a lost cause.

"Alfons Lorenzo Garcia, Eva Longoria has arrived! And she's now divorced!"

Alfons's green eyes sprang open and they widened instantly. "Huh what? Longoria's here? Whe–" He trailed off, seeing Florian sitting on the floor, laughing with all his might. "Not amusing, Florian." He said crossly, but he couldn't stop the grin stretching onto his face as he too started to laugh.

"You should've seen your face!" Florian gasped through his laughing fit. But their mirth was cut short when there was a monotonous knocking on their door, followed by the polite tones of Mr. Dolnez.

"Florian, are you finished?"

"Yes, Mr. Dolnez."

"Splendid. I shall be outside waiting for you in the car. Don't take too long, please. Our...um...appointment is being put on hold until your arrival."

They could hear his retreating footsteps. Once there was no other sound coming from the hallway, Alfons stared at Florian like he was an alien and he just noticed the antennae sticking out from his head.

"Bloody Hell! You're holding up an entire funeral?"

"I can't believe you sound excited by that fact."

"Not excited just... your mum must've been very important! You must be very important! They don't just stall funerals like that!"

"Shut up Alfi." Florian grumbled. He glanced at the door and rose up from the floor. "I have to go now. Can't keep the dead waiting, right?"

"Err...right." Alfons agreed uncertainly. They stood in an awkward silence for a moment until another knock sounded on the door.

"I'm coming!" Florian shouted, perhaps a bit too angrily but he was all on edge this morning, so who could really blame him?

Florian soon found himself sitting in a fancy car. He listened to the car roll down the driveway of the boarding school, the small pebbles making crunching noises under the big black wheels of the vehicle. The sound sort of relaxed him, however odd that might be.

The second knock at the door wasn't Mr. Dolnez again, but all the staff members to say farewell to him. He was kind of touched and torn by sudden waves of guilt from the pranks he had pulled on them. So since they weren't going to see him again, florian thought he'd take the chance and come clean. After he confessed of his 'sins' all the teachers stared at him. Then every single one of them smiled.

They told him they knew all along it was him. But since he had not done any harm (the poetry fiasco had in fact brought Mr. Randall and Mr. Flint together in holy matrimony after all), they had forgiven him. He was a good student, bright and funny so it didn't matter if he pulled a prank here and there.

"Gave us all a few good laughs!" said Sister Agatha, clutching her precious bible closely to her chest. Florian somehow doubted she had laughed when he stapled all her books onto her desk.

But still, they said their goodbyes to him and hugged him and wished him good luck.

So now he was sitting in this big car, watching his old life fade away in the background until it was gone. He was now entering his new life, given a fresh start, a new turned over leaf.

"I'm getting way too philosophical." He murmured to himself, massaging the bridge of his nose.

Mr. Dolnez glanced into the rear-view mirror at the reflection of the teenager he had gone to pick up at sir Integra's final request. He never really knew she had had a child and he was a little hurt that she had not confided even in him about her only son. Not to mention who the Hell his father was. The only connection he could see between this boy and Integra was they had the same facial expressions and the same cold blue eyes.

Other then that, he bore no resemblance of any kind to the Hellsing lineage. His hair was chocolate brown, nearly black, curly and thick. It reached his shoulders and there were even a few braids with colorful beads on them, hanging behind his ear. His skin was a darker shade of the tan Integra had. His shoulders were not very broad and he seemed a bit thin. He couldn't detect any muscle on him at all.

His eyes, though cold blue, were very large. His brows were black and slightly bushy and his nose and mouth were of larger proportions then Sir Integra's. His arms and legs were long, his fingers also very long, bony and pointy. His voice was a very deep baritone even for a lad his age. He didn't even have that much of an English accent! He also wore very tacky jewelry; a wooden beaded necklace, a black thumb ring and a silver ring on his index finger on his right hand.

The old man squinted his eyes as he took in more of his new master's appearance. Then his eyes widened as he spotted something that he couldn't ever picture on a Hellsing.

Dear Lord are those earrings? On his left ear, the ghastly thing looped down from the top of his ear to the flappy lobe like rows of little silver chains and on his other ear was a simple diamond stud.

"Hey hey watch the road!" Florian had shouted and the car swerved a little to avoid a very big lorry. It honked and the driver shook his fist as he drove by.

"My apologies, sir. I got momentarily distracted."

"Um, it's alright Mr. Dolnez. I'm just happy we didn't crash." Florian said with a sigh. Should this guy even be driving at all? He saw the old man smile at him through the mirror.

"You may call me Walter, please. Mr. Dolnez sounds so formal."

"Um, okay Walter." He said in uncertain agreement. A silence followed. Florian gazed at the zooming cars from out the car window, although he could only distinguish fuzzy outlines of the passing cars. It was raining hard and the windows were just a blurry, watery mess. Typical English weather. Dark, enormous, forbidding storm clouds covered the entire sky and blocked out the sun. not even a ray of light could peek through.

Florian heaved a rather depressing sigh. "God, I hate rain." He muttered bitterly, glaring at the watery bleakness outside. The rain pounded against the glass and roof of the car like tiny little hammers. The noise irritated him since his hangover headache was still present. He heard Mr. Dolnez, or rather as the man had told him, Walter chuckle at his statement.

"I rather like the rain." He said, giving him a smile through the rear view mirror. "I think it's soothing."

Florian snorted doubtfully. "If you think this bloody weather is soothing then you're completely batty." He said plainly. "No sane person can really like the rain. It's so dreary and gloomy."

Walter let out a laugh. At least the lad was honest and straightforward. Perhaps he got some of his personality from Integra. God only knew how 'charming' she could be at times.

"Who said I was sane? A man my age...there is no sanity to leave behind." He replied. The look on Florian's face was priceless. He looked downright gobsmacked. Walter smiled to himself as he took a left turn. "Ah, here we are, Florian." He informed his new employer.

Florian gaped open-mouthed as the car pulled into a vast street that seemed like a private driveway entrance to his new home. Said entrance in question was impressive enough. It had large wrought iron kissing gates that towered over them as they opened to let the car pass through. He watched as trees grew instantly upwards as they neared the manor. The manor was enormous, at least to him it was.

It had numerous windows and large oak doors for the front entrance. Florian couldn't close his mouth. Walter chuckled at the young teenager's reaction. Getting him used to Hellsing will be very interesting for the entire staff to see.

Florian couldn't come to his senses. He was so taken by the sheer vastness of the grounds, the manor and its private little army, that he was rendered speechless. Honestly though, what can a guy say in a situation like this other then 'Hell yeah!'

Which was exactly what he had shouted when he entered the mansion. His shout echoed off the walls of the entrance hall, repeating it faintly. He swivelled around countlessly on the spot, taking in every inch of the huge hall. Only when he saw that Walter was still outside, struggling with his luggage, did Florian snap out of his daze. He ran out of the mansion and back into the pouring rain.

"Here, I can take those." He told Walter and pried his luggage from his old gnarled hands. Walter did look a bit winded and out of breath but he smiled graciously and nodded. "Thank you."

Walter led him through the mansion as Florian tugged his luggage along. He showed him the study and the library and the kitchens and the shooting range. They huffed up some stairs where the bedrooms were and his mother's old office. Walter finally halted in front of a door at the end of an abnormally long hallway. He let the door swing open, soundless and swept his hand towards the inside of the room.

"This is to be your room, sir."

If Florian thought the Entrance Hall was cool then he had no idea what was coming. His room was beautiful, big and spacious. A bit too girly though, with the four poster canopy bed (but he kind of liked it) and its sand-colored silk covers and fine white cotton sheets.

"It used to be your mother's room, sir."

"Florian."

"Excuse me?"

"If we're going to be on a first name basis then you can call me Florian."

"Just leave your things here and get ready for the..." Walter trailed off, looking elsewhere. It was kind of uncomfortable to say 'funeral'. It was still so unbelievable to him that Sir Integra was gone. But Florian just nodded wearily.

"I will."

A tense moment passed between them. They stood at arm's length averting their gazes from each other. Walter seemed pretty interested in watching the rain sliding down the pane windows and almost flinched when he heard Florian start to speak.

"Where is she being...buried?" The young man asked, staring intently at his black thumb ring. Walter took a deep breath and let it out silently before answering him.

"Hellsing has a private cemetery. The ceremony is being held here, at the grounds."

"Oh."

The old man turned and left Florian alone. The young teenager heaved all his baggage onto the bed. It was so quiet. Slowly, he unpacked one suitcase and pulled out a black business suit his mother had sent him. As he dressed, his thoughts wandered. He began wishing he had at least known his mother a bit better. Letters don't really reveal many things about a person. He stood before a floor-length mirror and inspected himself.

He looked a lot older then before, wearing this suit. Sighing, he went downstairs and back into the main hall where he found the old man waiting for him again. Walter offered him a smile and they both made their way through the wet grass and the pounding rain. This time Walter had brought an umbrella.

They reached a hill where there was a large group of people standing under a lot of black umbrellas. The rain sounded especially loud as it splattered against the waterproof material.

Walter and Florian joined the group and Florian felt a bit shy, seeing all those eyes eyeing him with scrutiny.

The priest read a prayer and a few gave eulogies about his mum; how strong-willed she was, how stubborn she was and how she led the organization bravely through thick and thin. A lot of people seemed to have respected her immensely and some even shed a few tears. The last person to say farewell was a girl, no older then Florian himself. She had spiky blonde hair, blue-tinted sunglasses and seemed a bit pale.

"Sir Integra gave me a home and a job. She made me understand the purpose of this organization when I was lost. She even saved me from a certain death." Here she paused and a small smile graced her young face, like she was laughing inwardly at some inside joke. Then it disappeared again and she continued.

"I will always be grateful for her generosity, however uncommon it may have been. Without her I would be a penniless orphan and without her I wouldn't have a purpose to serve."

The girl bowed her head and stepped back into the crowd. Next, two ample-bodied men went over to the dark coffin made of high-quality oak wood. They struggled to lift the heavy thing and before he could stop himself, Florian ran out to them and yelled: "Wait!"

The two men stopped struggling with the coffin and looked at him with eyebrows raised. Most of the group did. Florian tried not to blush too much as he approached the coffin.

"I..." He began and noticed that some of the people were giving him glares. "I want to see her."

There was a ripple of disapproving mutters throughout the crowd and some of the glares intensified. Walter stepped up with his umbrella and stood next to Florian and the coffin.

"He's her son, gentlemen. Let him see her." He said in a soft voice and another ripple of whispers rolled through the crowd. The two men gave each other, obviously disapproving looks but said nothing as one of them opened the first half of the coffin and backed away.

Following Florian, Walter leaned over so that the body wouldn't get soaked from the rain. Florian moved even closer so that he could look inside the coffin and a lump suddenly formed in his throat.

His mother lay there in a olive green business suit, much like his own. She had a white-collared dress shirt underneath and a red cravat held with a tiny silver cross pin. She too wore white gloves. The inside of the coffin was of white, gleaming silk and her hair, silver from age, fanned out all around her body.

Her hair, Florian thought with a little ironic smile, would be something all fairytale princesses would be jealous of, for it looked so sleek and smooth. It even had this weird shine to it, even though there was no light outside.

Her skin didn't lose its tan though her cheeks were hollow and she looked a bit thin since her suit seemed a little too big for her. Her face was creased with wrinkles; most were on her forehead and Florian could guess that she was probably always deep in thought. There were some around her mouth and that could only mean that she frowned a lot too.

Florian reached his hand out and gently stroked her face. Her round, silver-rimmed glasses glinted in the non-existent light. Even now her mouth was frowning, as if she wasn't happy with the fact that she was dead.

"She lived a long life. I'm sure she thought about you constantly." Florian heard Walter whisper softly in his ear and his breath caught in his throat, making him let out a strangled, gurgling noise.

Something hot and wet trailed down his cheeks and he hastily brushed it away with the back of his hand. Men shouldn't cry. He was a man, he told himself, he can't cry.

"Alright." Florian finally said and his voice sounded a bit tight but he pulled on a straight face and turned away. "You can...continue now."

As he backed away the two burly men heaved the coffin and placed it into the dug-up grave in the wet, muddy ground. Slowly the crowd began to disperse, milling about and talking to their comrades as they made their way back to the manor.

Florian now sat cross-legged on the large bed alone in his new room. His things were still unpacked and lay forgotten in a corner. He just stared blankly at the door in front of him. He didn't even flinch when Walter entered holding his customary silver tray with tea.

"I thought you'd like a cup, sir." The old butler said kindly and laid the tray on the night stand beside the bed. Florian just nodded automatically.

"Thanks, Walter."

Walter sat on the edge of the bed. He felt weary and his bones ached, his joints hurt and he had constant pains in his knees. He was most definitely too old to continue doing this job. But since he was loyal to the Hellsing line, he figured he could last a bit longer, just until the new heir was settled into the business correctly.

"This is her will, sir." He said again in that kind, quiet voice and pointed to a thick, yellowing envelope on the silver tray. Florian turned his head to stare at it then his hand slowly reached out and grabbed it. He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside it. Her last letter.

Dear Florian,

I am only human (despite the annoying protests of others) and humans live a defined period of time. I am not one to get emotional over such trivial things as dying and love. But since I've had you, some part of me changed. No one knows about you, not even my most trusted friend and employee, Walter. I am not ashamed of you as my son. I was merely protecting you. You are my heir to the Hellsing family. You are my heir to my organization. If my enemies knew about you, they would've sought you out and killed you.

And since my time is at an end, I've decided to make it official. Walter will receive a detailed letter about your birth, age, appearance and whereabouts so he can reach you. He knows the rest. I am sorry for not being your mother. In time you will learn and understand why I could not be with you even when I wanted to.

Florian turned over the piece of paper a few times to see if he missed something but there was nothing else written there. He shrugged and folded the paper. The crinkling sound echoed in the quiet room. Walter watched him intently, with some mild interest. As Florian put the paper back inside the envelope, he saw another, smaller piece of paper left forgotten inside. He didn't notice it before. Florian pulled it out, staring at it with curious blue eyes. He glanced at Walter and the old butler gave him an encouraging nod. It had only a few sentences on it and it looked more like a short note. Florian decided to read it aloud.

I, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, leave my estate, my wealth and my organization to my son, Florian. With this letter I make him the heir to the Royal Order Of Protestant Knights and the Hellsing Organization. This is my last wish and I expect it to be fulfilled.

Florian had read it aloud and when he finished he saw Walter give a little smile. "Even before she died, she gave orders. It's very much like her." He said with a chuckle. It made Florian smile too.

Walter slowly stood up and gave a little groan as he straightened his back. "I've already organized a meeting with the other Knights. I shall make arrangements for your Knighting as well." He said curtly and began his way to the door but just as he reached it, florian's voice stopped him.

"K-Knighting?" He stuttered. He sounded surprised, maybe even a bit scared, Walter couldn't really tell. But he nodded as he looked at the young teen over his shoulder.

"Yes. You read yourself what Integra wrote. You are her heir."

"But I'm only 17! I don't know anything about all this!" He shouted frantically, waving his hand to indicate the organization. To his surprise, Walter laughed. "You'll learn on the job." He said simply and left the room before Florian could protest again.

Cripes the young teen was right, Walter laughed to himself, he definitely wasn't sane anymore if he thought Florian could pull this off.


Hope you ppl like the story. I mean, I know some of you do, I've already gotten two positive reviews! Yay! Third chapter will come soon I hope, lol. I mean, I'll give it my best. I gotta finish 'Mommy Seras and Daddy Alucard' anyway.

Til next time then!

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