Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing.......darn.....
A/N: I decided to write this because the first time I got into Hellsing Manga and the OVA my ultimate favorite scene was with Alucard and the Queen. And I seriously gushed how sweet that clip was. Because it in a way, it showed a docile child-like expression in Alucard you rarely got to see. And so came the theory of that surrogate mother/child relationship in my view. Very Warm and Fuzzy Feeling moments here, mostly from a remeniscent POV of Alucard.
Chapter Two
Its the little things
Usually as we grow up and accumulate items, we tend to not remember where we got this or who gave us that and when, but for Alucard, who usually like to forget as much as he could remember. He always kept one piece of treasure that no one would have hardly expected.
It was a small plushy bat dressed up as a british guard.
In a small hallowed out corner of his wall, was where he kept it, and when The Valentine Brothers attacked that manner, he kept it in his pocket to make sure it was safe. One Christmas. It was one Christmas ago, he remembered who had given it to him.
The Queen of England.
There was something said about their relationship, it was so much more complicated than that of his and Integra Hellsing; his master. But rumors would go around as rumors do, that sometimes when Integra was out of the room, Alucard gazed up at The Queen of England almost in a motherly adoration. Did the queen know or feel the same way, no one can say for certain. But the small plushy bat always held the key to what many speculated.
He remembered the first time it happened, during a royal Christmas party that the creme of the crop of London's society had attended. Including his then Master Arthur Hellsing and his pregnant wife. Alucard was allowed to come along under one condition and that was he was to watch the his behavior and not scare anyone. The Christmas tree was beautiful and there were presents underneath it-presents that would then be shipped out by the salvation army to all the orphanages around England. While there was a seperate room for gifts reserved for the guests in their Secret Santa exchanges. All but one gift that could have been for a certain dark-haired vampire was not among them.
During the party, Alucard felt very alone for the first time in his life, though he had saved countless nations, they still regarded him as a monster. Parents would pull their children away from him the moment he smiled at their toddlers, men would look upon him with a air of suspicion and shoo him away from their private conversations. And women would cover their necks and walk away fearing that they would fall under his siren spell and turn them into ghouls.
Humph, piece and good will all right.....to mortal men... He snorted and walked away to a balcony over looking the beautiful garden covered in snow while behind him guests were exchanging 'secret santas' and not one had asked him over to give him a gift.
Sometimes I wonder what is the point?
Then it happened, he heard the graceful sashaying of the Queen, he knew it was her, he could always tell by the scent of their blood type who it was. And judging by the B positive count it was most certainly the queen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a small box wrapped in black wrapping paper and a red bow placed carefully on the flat surface of the railing next to him. He looked up and saw the doting face of the elderly monarch smiling back at him, she brushed a strand of hair from his face and caressed his cheek saying that "No matter what anyone tells, anywhere around here, I will always be proud of you."
She gave him a maternal kiss and walked off to attend to her hostess duties.
Alucard picked up the box and opened it, revealing a small bat plushy made of velvet, with a little red British guard coat and a long furry hat on his head.
From that day forward, he always kept it in his pocket
He kept it when he was imprisoned in his cell
He kept it when he went to Chedder and met Seras for the first time.
He kept it when he fought Anderson for the first time
He kept it when he went to Brazil
And when he became nothing more than a imaginery number on the final days of the London Battle he to also kept it close to his heart.
The End