Chapter 4

"God loves yew both."

Once Anderson gently pushed both the of them out of his way, within safe distance, all the angelic integrity drained from behind the emerald eyes and replaced with a passion of damnation. In once swift movement his blessed bayonets appeared from his long black coat. He stabbed one through the floor while holding up four through his long fingers across his face showing the words, "Speak with the Dead" inscribed on his left glove while his right said, "Jesus Christ in Heaven."

Regardless of being within safe detachment, the collision the blade had against the ground caused both brothers to fall on their bottoms.

"AHHHH! I'm scared! Father! What's going on?"

"Has everyone gone insane?" Both Italian twins frantically crab walked backwards when cracks formed in the perfectly polished museum floor.

"Ask o' me and ah shall gie thee heathen for thine inheritance," he quoted from the bible as the Hellsing group watched attentively," and the utmost parts o' the earth for thy possession."

He stalk his way toward them, "Thou shalt break them wi' ae rod o' iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like ae potter's vessel."

While the paladin ceased to stop neither in his tracks nor in his biblical converse, Maxwell's right eye twitched coming into terms of what's going to occur if he didn't impede.

"Be wise noo therefor Be wise noo therefore, o' ye kings: be instructed, ye judges o' the earth. Serve the laird wi' fear, and rejoice wi' trembling. Kiss the son, lest he be-"

"No! Anderson stop!" he ordered in desperation placing himself in Anderson's way but was merely shouldered.

"-perish fae the way, when his wrath is kindled but ae little."

Before the younger Italian knew it, he found himself on feet running toward the Iscariot agent.

"Father! Snap out of it! Please!" Feliciano pleaded. He made an attempt to grab the muscular arm; completely forgetting the priest was equipped but had the same outcome as Maxwell.

"This can be over wi' ae swing of my sword." He grinned as the light stopped shedding on his round glasses revealing everyone his clear intention of not backing down.

"Iscariot does not shirk when the enemy presence itself!"

Integra and Walter both stood their ground while Arthur was lost in confusion.

'This priest….he's the Iscariot's hit man? Not only them but Italy's as well? He's….he's not human…' That much Arthur had concluded. Nothing about him gave off the impression he was mortal and he DEFINITLY wasn't of heaven. These people were supposed to be of the church. Nothing is holy and good about them. They have no idea how hypocritical they are! Here, they are saying that his people are wrong in their beliefs and their ways of dealing with the supernatural when they, on the other hand, have recruited something also inhuman.

He fixed his eyes from the priest to the counterpart that opposed him.

'And this is not only Hellsing's but…..my own assassin?' He dare not say. He watched Alucard advancing with his crimson coat flowing behind.

The No-Life King rid himself of his glasses illustrating complete insanity and loss of reason within those crimson eyes.

Alucard withdrew another gun, the Jackal, causing his red fedora to fall off letting his wild black hair loose as Anderson clash his bayonets. There was no hesitancy in either of the challengers.

Arthur opened his mouth but no words came out and instead closed it swallowing the spit thinking about the calamity that's going to occur.

Both of them stood facing each other in an epic battle with both of their coats blowing in the inward breeze of the building.

"Hahahahaha! Neither of us can ever back down in front of an enemy. Come on then Judas Priest!"

"Hahaha you won't be so lucky this time vampire."

Integra grit her teeth. It was too late for her to stop Alucard when he was excited in the ecstasy of the kill. She had known him for most of her life, ever since she found him in her father's basement when her uncle was hunting her down. She was grateful to had found him, for if not, she'd be dead. But taking on the responsibility of becoming the master of a vicious demon? The knight often questioned how her father had handled him.

"Alucard enough!" she snapped out of her thoughts surprised that Arthur was the one to find his voice. He'd never seen Hellsing's agent in combat and he wasn't about to especially here in a public place.

"You forget you are a servant of England just as you are to Sir Hellsing. So I command you to stop this at once!" But despite his efforts, it fell on death ears.

"Ignore that fag England! Kick that vampire's ass Anderson!" Said Lovino who all of a sudden found his big boy undies and ignoring Arthur's glare.

"Show him the country of Italy is as victorious and England can suck my b-UGH!" Maxwell shoved his hand in the older Italian's face so hard it knocked him to the floor.

"STOP INSTIGATING!" Maxwell shouted, ignoring Lovino's heated glower, before going back to Anderson, "Stop! I'm ordering you to sto-"

"Ha! Right this way everyone!" a cheery voice butt in.

A young woman clad in light blue police attire led a group of elderly people through the Paladin's and No-Life King's line of fire.

"Everyone with the Japanese tour right this way please. Kochidesuyo!" she waved her tour flag.

The reflection of the group was caught in both Alucard's guns and Anderson's glasses. The opponents both stopped and were motionless as if someone had pressed pause on a remote. They stood like statues to which some of the visitors stopped and observed assuming they were the exhibits.

"Right this way." She said sternly eyeing both rivals beneath her blond bangs.

"We're walking….Kochidesuyo." She continued blowing a whistle to keep order in the line.

"Wow. Hello Misses Officer." Lovino said flirty sitting cross legged on the ground earning him a hit straight to his noggin by Maxwell.

"Shut up!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"I'm your boss!"

"Ha! My boss? I'd rather trade with England and have that tall beauty in the blue hat as my boss." Lovino put his arms behind his head casting a wink at Integra, who was too busy focusing on the police woman to notice.

"What? "

Arthur stood stunned, 'Japanese tour? Does that mean-'

"Igisu?"

"Japan?" Arthur exclaimed causing the slim man to slightly jump," What are you doing here?"

"Oh, Domo sumimasen Igisu-san!" Japan bowed apologetically with his black neatly cut bangs falling over his dark brown eyes.

"I should've called before I came but my boss decided suddenly it was best of me to get out of the house for a while so, I'm here with the tour." He nods toward the group who was now observing a painting in which the police girl was giving a lecture.

"We would've gone to France but right now the Strike Schedule* is a complete mess."

"If it's not one thing with that idiot it's another." Arthur scratched his head thinking in annoyance of the perverted bloody frog who constantly argues with him over the stupidest things.

"HI! JAPAN!" Feliciano was about to make another effort to embrace but the Japanese nation foresaw it and with all his strength, pushed him back within three feet causing the auburn hair to stumble and fall on his behind once again.

"You didn't take responsibility for last time. What makes me think you will this time?" Japan's face flushed.

"Ehhhh?"

"Nande?" Japan took a step back looking frantically back and forth between Anderson and Alucard. His thin shoulders then tensed up through his dark green jacket.

"A fight? I believe this is somehow my fault."

"K-Kiku? I don't think-"Kiku held up his hand nervously.

"Don't worry! I'll find a way to take responsibility like a man of honor." Before he could do anything, he felt the stares of both tall men burning upon him, making him feel even shorter than he already was. They not so much gazed at him but were deep thought, feeling the need to kill draining from their countenances.

"Alucard."

"What?"

"Ah've lost interest."

"Yes, this is not atmosphere for fighting." They both put away their weapons.

"I'm going back to sleep. Getting up in the middle of the day is exhaustion." Alucard said tiredly, turning around to disappear back within the wall he came out from.

Kiku's eyes widened at the odd spectacle trying to convince himself his eyes were deceiving him. He was snapped out of his thoughts when a strong hand gripped his shoulder. It wasn't so much a hard painful grasp but it still caused him to flinch. He timidly turned his to find the face of the very priest who was about cut that red clad man to pieces but instead found he was…smiling?

"Why don't ye go catch up wi' yer group lad? Ye don't wannea fall behind on this great trip do ye?" the priest bent to the lean Asian's level.

"Um…yes I sure don't want to." Kiku smiled nervously as his voice was hesitant. He turned away to catch up with the group who was now heading to another room.

"I got to say this is certainly fortunate." Walter smiled to the knight." We get to see another nation today. Don't you think so Sir Integra?"

"Yes indeed." She replied watching Kiku leave her sight.

*According to Hetalia World Series: Episode 10, strikes are somewhat of a daily occurrence in France so whenever visiting, it would be recommended to look over a document known as a Strike Schedule to avoid any inconveniences.

Thanks to the encouragement from my fellow reviewers, I finally found the time to upload another chapter but it might be a while because of school plus I'm working on ideas for another crossover story.