Author's note: I do not own Hellsing or its characters. This is for the 30 Kisses challenge using list theta. Theme 15: Dolls. This set in Integra's fourth year of running Hellsing. Integra is sixteen years old.

Bubbly

Something was bothering his master, and Alucard was going to find out what it was. He had been sensing her unease for several hours now which was odd since it was two in the morning, and Integra should have been asleep in her dorm room. The fact that she wasn't and was agitated was enough to spark his curiosity. And given that Integra's roommate knew about him, there was no reason for him not to pop in and see what was going on.

However, when he phased into the room, Alucard was not expecting to find the two teenagers jumping around the room singing into hairbrushes. He blinked slowly and tried to figure out if this was normal. Integra smirked at him.

"Hello, Alucard."

"Master?"

Kit bounced onto her bed, sprawling across her bed on her stomach. "I think singing along with the radio while dancing around the room is universal to all teenage girls. Of course, that probably wasn't true when you hung out with teenagers."

"Master?"

Integra sighed. "We both have insomnia. Sit."

Alucard gingerly sat down on her bed, despite the instinct that told him to run away, only to have his master sit down beside him. He was beginning to wonder if this was like the time Integra had decided to punish him by making him have tea party with her old dolls.

"So, where were we? I got distracted by the song."

Kit laughed. "Who could blame you? It's probably one of the best songs ever. I think we had gotten to emotional availability. I need chocolate. Do either of you want some hot chocolate? Can vampires drink anything other than blood?"

Integra just laughed at that. "Yes. Go ahead and fix him one too."

He was feeling rather confused and off balance. Integra snuck a glace at him then threw him a bone.

"When we both have insomnia, we typically stay up and debate whatever topics we feel like."

It didn't explain why she couldn't sleep, but it did explain some of this. Alucard was willing to be patient though and see if he could get some get some answers though."

"And the topic at hand is?"

"Vampires versus werewolves in literary portrayal." Integra grinned. "You're just lucky it's the two of us. Most other girls would be discussing Brad Pitt versus Johnny Depp with the hotness factor."

That didn't exactly reassure Alucard, but this was a side of his master that she didn't often let him see, and he was curious to just what he could learn about her. Five minutes into the girls' renewed debate, the vampire realized that he had become a pillow. His master snuggled into his side, her fingers curled around her mug, and she was using him as a both a backrest and a pillow. Still, Integra had begun to relax, and while Alucard still didn't know what had been bothering her, but at least she was feeling better. There was also some whipped cream on his master's nose.

Alucard leaned in and kissed it off. Integra elbowed him sharply in the stomach. Kit met his eyes, an odd smile quirking her lips. Alucard just raised an eyebrow. The girl shook her head and continued to rattle on about how vampires were portrayed with a variety of different physical types while werewolves typically only came in the ruggedly handsome type. Alucard just sat back and listened. He supposed there were worst punishments for intruding on his master.