Chapter 3
"EEEEEEKKKK! Fratello* did that man just come through that wall?"
"It seems to be England's weird magic at work!"
"That's not me!" He shouted watching the Italian siblings cling to each other once more.
"Nothing like Iscariot to inspire the fear of god. Such fearsome insults. Two thousand years of you innate prattle. Truly some things never do seem to change." The man grinned, showing his pearl white fangs as the museum lights illuminated his orange tinted glasses.
"The great vampire Alucard. The Hellsing family's pet creature. I don't believe I've ever seen you in person before." He smirked taking a bow, "It's a great pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well and now I must say good bye." Alucard reached into his long red overcoat drawing out his .454 Casull, "You call my master a sow and expect me to let you live?"
He pointed the gun at Maxwell's group in a stance with his right hand pressing against his left arm, bent in the shape of an L to frame the aim in which he was to fire," I'm afraid I'm just going to have to put a bullet in you, you foolish little man."
"Uccidere il colpo! Uccidere il colpo! ! È UN FOTTERE UCCIDE IL COLPO!**" Lovino screamed in his native tongue taking refuge behind his equally scared brother.
"Aaaaahhh! Please don't shoot! Please don't shoot!" Feliciano said crying more than begging, "We'll do anything! We'll do anything! WE'LL DO ANYTHING!"
Arthur covered his ears. Shit. This was just too much for the British nation. If they screamed any louder, his home would be tossed around in a chaotic earthquake. Everyone in the room could've sworn the building shook from their ear-piercing holler. This day was certainly filled with too much pandemonium.
"Don't worry England your friends are here." A cute jolly voice cheered almost curing his ears from the bleeding bustle of the outside world.
The blond blinked more than once to register the image of a green bunny flying up to him.
"Oh hey what are you doing here? Did you come all the way here to this commotion to see me?" he asked.
It's eyes shined with delight and began flying around the him, "I wanted to see you England. I want to make you happy." The bunny giggled.
"We all want to make you happy."Arthur heard the laughter of all his mythical friends as they gathered all around.
"Oh so you all came to see me? Jeez." he laughed while petting the unicorn's blue mane with one hand and letting Miss Faerie shake his index finger of the other, "You all sure know how to cheer me up."
The British country was so caught in the joy; he completely lost any acknowledgement to reality.
"Mr. Kirkland?" Integra raised her eyebrow watching her homeland talking to and touching nothing but air.
"Oh dear, I do believe he's hallucinating?" Walter said while still being bothered at the fact that for some reasons it didn't surprise him. He could've sworn he had known this before. Why can't he remember?
"Should we do something?"
Integra didn't know how to answer nor did she know what to do.
"We're virgins too. What fun could come out of shooting us?" Feliciano wailed.
"My my priest what such a powerful nation you have there." Alucard was in simple amusement.
"It's not like the one you're protecting is all that together either." Maxwell mocked gesturing to Arthur who was lost in his own world.
"Hey don't rub. That tickles. Cut it out silly." Arthur continued to chuckle bringing up his hands above him in effort to push something away," Don't sneak up behind me hahahahaha. Jeeze you guys belong in a tree because you all are nuts."
"Mr. Kirkland there's no one there." Walter put a hand on Arthur's shoulder in attempted to bring him back to real world.
"Oh Walter, I forgot you were there. I'd like to meet my magical friends. They're quite a troublesome group but it's in a fun way there are." He said gesturing behind him to what they see is absolutely nothing compared to what he perceives.
"Maybe you should lie down." Integra suggested to which Arthur ignored.
"Oh Iggy always tends to get like that." Feliciano said completely forgetting the situation he and Lovino were in," He tends to have delusions from time to time of his imaginary friends."
"I'm surprised the men in the white coats didn't take him to the happy hotel." Lovino muttered clutching his brother's shoulders.
"Shut up! I'm not crazy! Tell them I'm not crazy Harvey. In fact point to the most insane person in this room…..." Everyone stood in silence as if they were trying to guess what happens next.
"DON'T POINT AT ME YOU-"
SPLAT!
"WHAT THE BLOODY?" Arthur shouted, "It got in my eyes!"
"I told you that would snap him out of it." Lovino said smugly tossing another tomato up and down.
"Snap out of it? What to do y-"the British man stopped in realization," Damnit! I started doing it again didn't-"
SPLAT!
"Now what was that for?"
"BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU!"
"Brother you shouldn't have done that!"
"Who are you to tell me what to do? You think I like wasting a perfectly good tomato Veneziano?"
"Will you knock it off? You both are making a scene!" Arthur shouted taking the handkerchief Walter offered him to wipe the red juice off his face.
"Shut up at eat bullets England!"
Speaking of bullets, Alucard got tired of this nonsense and cocked his gun back.
CLICK!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the sound alone sent the twins fleeing.
Maxwell sighed, "Renaldo."
The older priest dropped the suit case he was carrying and caught them both by the back of their shirts but it didn't stop them from running in place.
"I WANT TO TASTE PASTA BEFORE I DIE!"
"I WANT TO TELL SPAIN THAT I'M SORRY FOR MAKING TINKLE ON HIS FLOOR!"
Maxwell mentally face palmed. He was embarrassed to call those two his fatherland but he wasn't about to let his enemies know. He turned to the Victorian dressed vampire with a haughty smirk.
"Oh my, you've seemed to have frightened my dear countries," he mocked cracking the fingers in his right hand," How can we be expected to deal with people who point guns?"
He took a few steps forward not at all unsettled that he was being held at gunpoint.
"I think you'll agree that turnabout is fair play. So why don't we make this fight interesting." The moment the lavender eyed priest snapped his fingers, Lovino and Feliciano wretched themselves from Renaldo's grip and made a break for it.
"ANDERSOOOON!" Maxwell's voice projected across the long corridor.
The siblings almost made it out when they were stopped by two hands placing themselves tenderly on their heads. They both opened their eyes and traveled up the black cassock dressed broad chest to see the tall man smiling down through his round glasses. The man's face had continuous stubble with a wedge shaped scare across his left jaw but despite the description he didn't seem to be daunting.
"Go with God my children. Love thy country and love each other." He said with a Scottish accent, ruffling their hair with such affection as he would do for the children he cared for. His short wheat spiked hair basked in the light like a halo along with the cross that hung around his neck. In their eyes, it made them think he was an angel of heaven.
Keyword. THINK he was an angel. It's a bitch how looks can be deceiving.
*Fratello is Italian for "Brother."
**Lovino, in Italian, was screaming, "Kill shot! Kill shot! IT'S A FUCKING KILL SHOT!" I don't think he's likely to be the type to cuss when a lady is present, so he said it in his own language hoping Integra didn't understand but I wouldn't count on that since I'm pretty sure she was educated in foreign languages.