A/N: This wasn't originally part of the chapter, but the idea came to me and I just had to write it in!
This did mean, however, that I had to re-write almost ALL of the next chapter, so sorry for the delay! Hope you like this little one!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, its characters, or anything affiliated with it etc.
Integra had seen many things in her two and-a-bit decades of life. In her leadership of Hellsing she had seen horrors that would shake the foundations of any man's sanity, she had seen her father slowly wither away and die, she then saw the spectre of betrayal when her uncle attempted to kill her, and she had seen many, many things caused by, related to, or affiliated with Alucard. However, nothing could prepare her for the sight that lay before her.
"Master! Stop poking him!" Seras cried, embarrassed at the sight of Alucard gently prodding the limp, unconscious body of Walter. Clearly the shock of seeing Amelia, who he'd apparently assumed to be long dead, had been too much. His legs had promptly failed him.
"Oh dear, do all of you Hellsing people faint so easily?" Amelia asked worriedly.
"Only on the rare occasions that we receive life-shattering news," Integra growled, shoving Alucard out of the way and giving her old friend a concerned look. "And even then, we don't make a habit of it."
"He's not waking up," Alucard said. "He must be dead, what a shame. Can I have his room? The dungeon stinks of damp."
Integra rolled her eyes at his immaturity; thankfully Seras had a bit more sense than her master. She grabbed a pitcher of water, splashing a bit of the cool liquid onto Walter's face; his eyes immediately shot open, and he stood up at once looking incredibly flustered.
"S-Sir Integra! I do apologise, I don't know what came over me." He bowed his head shamefully. Integra shook her head with an amused smile; even now he was still concerned at keeping up his impeccable appearance.
"It's alright, Walter," Integra patted his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm glad you're already back with us; I didn't know how far Alucard's unwanted prodding was going to go."
"Hey! I'm sickened by your insinuation!"
"Shut up, vampire!"
"Mother, would you care to explain how Walter knows you?" Irving asked, thoroughly confused by the whole situation that was devolving around him. "You've never mentioned him in the past."
Amelia gave her son and embarrassed look. "Well, you see dear-"
"Walter and Amelia were doing a bit of the ole' 'in and out' back in the fifties."
"Alucard!" Integra shrieked. "Not helping!"
"You-you were doing what?!" Irving cried, praying he didn't hear what he thought he did, Amelia merely giggled, which only added to his state of disgusted alarm; Walter, on the other hand, looked mortified by the sudden exposure of his private life.
"You heard me; they were doing the hanky panky." Alucard chuckled evilly.
"Alucard..." Integra warned.
"No? How about rocking the trailer?"
"Alucard!"
"Playing sink the sausage?"
"ALUCARD!"