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"Pushpa." Olivia repeated with a smile, not at all perturbed when she yanked her hand away. "That is a pretty name."

"Thank you, Ms. Song." Pushpa hunched back over her sketchbook and scribbled away before peeking back up at her. "You can leave now. I'm just going to sit here until my mum is done."

"Well that is all and good, but I am here on Sir Hellsing's orders. So I must remain here until I'm told otherwise." She gestured to the empty space on the bench. "May I take a seat?"

Pushpa's response was to clutch her sketchbook to her chest and flee to the far end of the bench.

"I don't like small talk, and I don't like people watching me draw." Her apprehensive manner reminding Olivia of a cornered mouse.

"You have my word that I will not bother you. I swear."

Pushpa's wary glare indicated she didn't believe Olivia, but eventually, she nodded and observed her as she sat down. She waited for her to break the silence or sneak a peek, but Olivia just stared ahead with her legs crossed and her hands on her lap. Still, Pushpa held her breath for another five minutes before figuring the coast was clear.

She knew how important her mother's work was, and she didn't mind accompanying her on business meetings, as long as she was left in peace.

No one wanted to hear what she had to say anyways.

'The Hellsing Organization' Pushpa returned to her drawing with her tongue sticking out in concentration. 'The director has the same last name as the vampire hunter in Dracula. Could the rumor be true and this organization truly does hunt monsters?' She quickly banished the thought with a scoff. 'What am I thinking? This is reality, not fiction. The Hellsing Organization is just like the other stuffy military units in this country.'

After a few more strokes of her pencil, Pushpa had finished her drawing of the gardens, but there was something missing—she needed to add life to her artwork. Since there was not a mirror nearby, she couldn't use herself as a reference which left…

Curling her hands into fists, Pushpa steadied her breathing before gradually rotating in Olivia's direction and studying her closely.

'East Asian features but she has green eyes….mixed heritage perhaps? And she has a Hungarian accent yet she lives in England…..curiouser and curiouser. Her posture is perfect but not rigid so she is not one of those soldiers with a stick up their butt. Appears to be in her early 20s….jacket is worn but not shoddy…..the most extravagant thing about her is her wedding ring, she must've married rich or someone older…..she is wearing one glove and—wait, wait!' Pushpa involuntarily lurched forward with a flabbergasted expression. 'That…wasn't a glove. That ugly black slime was her skin….'

"It is a mark from the war."

Puspha practically leapt out of her skin at Olivia's voice, and she averted her eyes with burning neck and ears.

"Forgive me, Mrs. Song." Her knuckles were stark white as a million grim punishments for snooping flooded her mind. "I didn't mean to stare. Please don't tell my mother."

"And why would I do that?" Olivia gave the quivering girl a reassuring smile, raising a hand to place on her shoulder before thinking better of it. "Don't worry. I know you meant no harm, and I've gotten used to the stares over the years."

"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Song. I just…..I just" Pushpa's face pinched up before she sighed and placed her sketchbook on Olivia's lap, allowing her to see a picturesque sketch of the gardens with an empty bench. "I just needed a model for the person sitting on the bench, and you were here so….may I?" She picked at her nails as she awaited her answer; the longer Olivia inspected the drawing, the harder she picked.

When Pushpa finally received her answer, it was preceded by Olivia gently handing the sketchbook back and a warm grin.

"It would be an honor to be immortalized by a wonderful artist like yourself." She swept her hair behind her ears and cleared her throat. "What would you like me to do?"

Pushpa could only gape at Olivia like she had sprouted six heads.

'A wonderful artist like yourself'

In all her 18 years, no one but her mother had called her that.

"Pushpa? What would you like me to do?" She repeated.

"Oh! Um….." Pushpa shot up and backed away from the bench before crouching down and balancing her sketchbook on her knee. "Just sit there and look to the right—and don't' move. If you do, the entire drawing is ruined."

"Still as stone it is then."

Soon only the sound of pencil strapping against paper was heard as Pushpa went to work.

And not once did Olivia move.

'She is a good model, the others would've moved a few times by now.' She noted, now adding in details of her coat. 'Maybe I should ask my instructor to bring in soldiers for figure drawing class.'

Eventually it was time for shading, and Pushpa's gaze once again drifted to Olivia's hand.

"I wonder if it hurts…" She mumbled to herself, gasping when her musings were answered.

"It used to, both physically and emotionally." Olivia replied without moving a muscle. "But, it is a part of me now. Besides, the people who matter aren't bothered by it at all."

"….Are you talking about your husband?" This time Pushpa addressed her directly, surprised she was making small talk with someone she just met.

Olivia beamed and nodded, but Pushpa decided not to correct her and quickly adjusted her sketch accordingly.

"Yes," She rubbed her thumb over her wedding ring, a ruby glow dusting her cheeks. "Yes, I am."

"Here are all the mission reports dating back to when I first was named Director." Arthur handed a thick brown folder to Manali from across the table where sandwiches and tea had been laid out for them. "I trust you will be pleased by the results, Ms. Yadav."

Manali gave him a hum of acknowledgment as she took the folder and studied the contents with such scrutiny that Arthur thought the papers would combust on sight.

Walter, who was standing at his side, watched the exchange with a barely concealed grin. If the Princess had sent her advisor to evaluate the organization, then that meant the crown was going to take them more seriously. Thus, opening more doors to higher class missions that would allow him to showcase his abilities.

Speaking of abilities, Walter needed to present some of the weapon blueprints from university to Sir Hellsing.

Especially of one gun in particular.

"Well?" Arthur downed his third glass of scotch in the past thirty minutes. "Satisfied?"

"Two decades as the Director, and only five casualties." Manali snapped the folder shut and handed it back to him. "Rather impressive, Sir Hellsing."

"'Rather', you say." He gave a sharp chuckle, signaling for Walter to refill his glass. "I think 'exceptionally impressive' would be far more suitable. Hellsing has put an end to thousands of ghouls, demons, and vampires over the years while losing not even a handful of our soldiers. Forgive my boldness, but I think you should give me a little more credit."

"Did I say I was finished with my evaluation?" Her cup clattered against the saucer as she stood tall and smoothed out her dress skirt. "Records have their place, but I believe actions speak louder. I would like to see your soldiers perform their drills." Manali shifted her gaze towards Walter before directing it towards the window. "All of them. My daughter will be fine on her own. She knows how important my work is to Her Highness and this country."

Arthur held his hands up in surrender, not wanting to tick her off any further.

"I spoke out of turn, Ms. Yadav. Do forgive me." He stood up as well before addressing Walter. "Summon all troops to the outdoor training grounds at once. Make sure everyone is presentable and ready. We shall be down in a few minutes."

"Yes, Sir Hellsing." Walter bowed at the waist before slipping out the door.

"He and that young woman were the two soldiers in the Warsaw operation, correct?"

"Yes. And I must say Her Highness was very pleased with the results."

"Hmm." Manali clasped her hands together with narrowed eyes. "She was 16, and he was 14 at the time, correct?"

"What does it matter? They are soldiers—they did their duty."

Manali just took a deep breath before shaking her head lightly.

"Perhaps it is something only a true parent can understand." She moved towards the door before Arthur could conjure up a response, leaving him sputtering like a fish out of water. "Let's not waste time. Please escort me to the training grounds, Sir Hellsing."

"I….um…." Arthur rubbed the neck of his neck as he joined her at the doorway. "Right, this way, Ms. Yadav."

"I'm done, Mrs. Song." Pushpa stood up, wincing as the blood rushed back into her legs. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"I'm glad to help." Olivia smiled, visibly relaxing her shoulders.

"…Aren't you going to ask to look at it?"

"Only if you want me to."

Once again Pushpa was rendered speechless, and she had a mental debate before clutching her sketchbook to her chest.

"I'm not ready to show you."

"Then I won't ask to see it." Olivia agreed, not an ounce of anger or sarcasm in her tone. "Your illustrations are your own, and it would be rude of me to demand them like they're mine."

"Are you stupid or something?" The words spilled out before she could stop them, and Pushpa could only smack her hands over her mouth as her heart plummeted to her feet.

'Oh God, she is going to kill me and bury my body beneath the shrubs and I haven't taken my A-levels yet and—oh God,I'mgoingtodiei'mgoingtodiei'mgoingtodiei'mgoingtodiei'mgoingtodiei'mg—!'

Olivia's melodious laughter filled the gardens, rousing a few birds from their nests and halting Pushpa's mental panic.

She was laughing, not out of spite but genuine amusement. The corner of her eyes were crinkled, her eyes were shining, and her cheeks were flushed a rose pink.

"You're….not angry? But, I just insulted you." Pushpa muttered, scrutinizing her illustration after realizing she didn't take into account that Olivia was attractive as well.

"Angry? Why on Earth would I be angry? I have been asked that same question more times than I can count over the years." She stood up, giggles still dancing on her tongue. "And I may be at times, but I'm not stupid enough to impose on someone's privacy."

"Says the person who constantly sticks her nose in my business." Walter emerged from around the corner with his hands in his coat pockets and a familiar blue muffler wrapped around his shoulders. "I could hear your 'screeching' from the front door, is something amusing?"

"Yes, but since you've decided to be rude, I am going to keep it a secret." Olivia retorted, spying Pushpa crouching behind a statue from her peripheral vision. "Is Ms. Yadav leaving already?"

"No, she wants to see us on the training ground. All of us." He plucked a leaf from her hair and tossed it into the wind. "You can leave her daughter here."

"I see." Olivia nodded before facing Pushpa with a smile. "Thank you for allowing me to be your model. I hope to see you again soon."

"….See you…" Pushpa, still hiding, waved as Olivia followed Walter out of the garden and remained there until she couldn't hear their footsteps anymore.

"Is that man her husband?" She pondered, taking a seat back on the bench. "Strange, I thought he would be gaudier judging by the ring he gave her."

Manali surveyed the soldiers as they fired at targets and dodged obstacles from the ground's observation booth. She constantly clicked her pen and wrote notes in her planner, and Arthur had to resist the urge to peer over her shoulder.

He was the Director of Hellsing and a Knight in the Queen's Court. He had ordered the death of countless monsters and even landed the final blow on several accounts. But, most importantly, Arthur was a thirty-eight year old man who knew how to maintain the upper hand.

So, why did he feel like a child in the headmaster's office?

It had nothing to do with Manali being a woman or her professional attitude; Arthur was raised to respect women regardless of their occupations, and all of the ladies he'd known could attest to that—but, it had everything to do with what transpired in his office.

Manali wasn't the first to disagree with his decision to employ Olivia and Walter, but her reprimand was the first to bother him for more than an hour.

The way her eyes narrowed at the edges, the downwards curl of her lip, the barely noticeable tremble in her irises.

"Perhaps it is something only a true parent can understand."

Arthur had figured it out.

The others' rebukes were out of logic or morality; Manali's words were fueled by pure emotion.

And that, unlike the others, bothered him exponentially.

'A 'true parent', you say. But I am not their parent—I am their commander. I mean, I care about them but only as my soldiers.'

Arthur knew he wasn't a saint—hell, he had been called a monster on numerous occasions. But, for some reason, Manali's thinly veiled jab made him feel like…nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

The only time he felt close to this was when he greeted Olivia after the Warsaw operation. Her face was devoid of emotion, but he could feel the fury, heartbreak, and utter desolation in her eyes as she clutched her mangled arm and stared him dead in the eye.

You used me.

'Fucking Christ,' Arthur dragged a hand down his face. 'I thought I had gotten off this carousel already. I've paid for my actions, have I not?'

"Sir Hellsing," Manali's voice dissolved his thoughts and he craned his neck up to face her. "I need to see Ms. Song and Mr. Dornez's performances now. Once they are done, I will take my leave."

"Ah, yes. Of course." Arthur sat up straight and gestured for Walter to take his place on the grounds first.

Wires swirled around him as he flexed his fingers with a supercilious grin, waiting for Sir Hellsing to give the command to start. He always did enjoy performing in front of an audience.

With a snap of Arthur's fingers, a hundred automatic mannequins sprung up from the ground and lunged towards Walter with swords and guns. Stagnant mannequins were fine for target practice, but enemies would not be still on the battle field so Arthur had Walter rig a spring system inside the field dummies for a better challenge.

However, despite how fast they were, Walter was faster and within seconds all the mannequins were diced to pieces. His troops hoot and hollered from the side lines and Walter gave a bow as Olivia mouthed 'show-off'.

"Impressed?" Arthur leaned towards her with a proud grin. "Walter is known as the 'Angel of Death' by all—."

"Send Ms. Song in now." Manali flipped to a new page and clicked her pen.

"…." Arthur reached out for his scotch bottle, only to recall he left it in his office. So instead, he dropped his head on his right hand and signaled towards Olivia with his left.

A fresh batch of mannequins arose from the ground, and Olivia readied herself with Sic Parvis Magna for his command. She was using wooden arrows since it would be a waste of her silver arrows for practice.

Like with Walter, Arthur snapped his fingers and Olivia fired at every mannequin without an ounce of hesitation. However, to the shock of everyone, she whipped out her pistol and shot at the final dummy instead of using her arrows. Cotton and springs exploded from its head, and her troops were frozen for a moment before bursting into rapturous applause.

"Uhhh, perhaps she wants to showcase her marksmanship as well. My soldiers are well versed in all forms of combat." Arthur pointed out as Manali jotted something down in her planner before promptly shutting it.

"I would like to meet with them both." She stood up and marched out of the booth, leaving Arthur to scramble to his feet behind her.

"H-Hey! Wait up!"

"Well, Mr. Dornez, you are as agile and swift as your records say." Manali scanned her notes as she stood before him. "However, you are rather brutal in your assaults. Such overkill is unbecoming for a First Class soldier, isn't it?"

"I aim to accomplish my missions and hunt my targets. That is all. Besides," Walter raised his chin ever so slightly. "I have to make sure they don't get back up."

"…..I see. Thank you, Mr. Dornez." Manali flipped to the next page and moved onto Olivia. "As for you, Ms. Song, you are quite the sharpshooter. You are precise in your attacks; not one arrow missed their target. Yet, I have to ask, why did you use your gun on the last target? You had plenty of arrows left and it is rather foolish to exchange weapons in the heat of battle. That leaves you open to attack, correct?"

"I assure you, Ms. Yadav, that I am well aware of my surroundings. If someone was trying to attack me, I would know. And as for why I used my gun," Olivia's gaze drifted to the last mannequin, the excess stuffing in its abdominal region reminding her of something grim. "Let's just say…I decided to give them a quick and painless death."

"An act of compassion?" Manali mused, writing 'Them?' in the margins of her notes.

"It wouldn't call it that, Ms. Yadav." Olivia rubbed her wrist with a far-off gaze. "I performed my duties, isn't that enough?"

Manali scanned her from head to toe but when she caught sight of her wedding ring, her eyes softened and she closed her planner.

"I suppose that is enough for today. Well done, both of you. I understand why you are considered this organization's best and brightest." Manali shook both of their hands before turning to Arthur. "I believe I have enough for my report. Walk me to the gardens so I can fetch my daughter."

"Yes, Ms. Yadav." Arthur held his arm out for her, letting out a sigh of relief when she took it instead of walking off. "Tell the troops to return to their posts, and I want the two of you to clean up the field. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir Hellsing."

The two of them watched as Arthur escorted Manali away before hunching close and whispering to each other.

"Sir Hellsing seems on edge for some reason. Did something happen while I was gone?"

"She is blunter than the other high ranking officials, so I suppose he is taken aback." Walter explained, yanking on her cheeks when she attempted to stifle her laughter. "Don't let him hear you laugh or you'll end up on bathroom duty for six months again."

"Please don't remind me." Olivia suppressed a shudder, vividly recalling how Arthur's bathroom reflected his office. "Regardless, I admire her work ethic, and it appears we've impressed her."

"Hopefully things will get more interesting around here. I was starting to get bored."

"When you talk like that, you sound exactly like—."

"Compare me to him and I'll pluck your eyebrows with a bottle opener."

Olivia's mouth latched shut and she took a large step back while guarding her eyebrows.

"I thought so." Walter smirked, strutting past her and towards the remains on the field. "Come on, let's get this cleaned up."

"Touch my eyebrows and I'll cut all the crotches from your trousers."

"And you accuse me of still being a brat."

"Thank you for your compliance today, Sir Hellsing. I believe all parties will find the contents of my report to be satisfactory." Manali pocketed her planner before offering her hand. "Well done."

Feeling like a star pupil, Arthur gladly shook her hand as the tension eased from his shoulders.

"The pleasure was all mine, Ms. Yadav. I'm glad you —."

"There is still much you do not understand though." She interjected, sliding her hand out from his. "No matter how extraordinary your ace soldiers are, it still does not negate the facts. But, like I said, perhaps that is something you will never understand."

Arthur was once again dumbstruck when a meek voice spoke up.

"Mummy!" Pushpa scurried from the garden's entrance to her mother, her school bag thumping against her hip and her hair tangling in the breeze. "Are you finished for the day?"

"Yes, sweetheart." Manali held her close, smiling for the first time all day. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Were you able to finish some drawings?"

"Mhmm!" Pushpa fished out her sketch book and proudly showcased her hours work. "It is not often I get to sketch out a garden. What do you think?"

"Beautiful work, as always." Manali praised, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and kissing her forehead.

It was like she was a completely different person.

Her expression and posture were mellower, her irises shone with love, the faint wrinkles on her face enhanced her smile—all of this was because of her daughter.

Suddenly Manali's reproof made more sense.

Unfortunately, the moment did not last long and Manali donned her stoic expression once more as she turned to face him.

"We will be taking our leave now. Good day, Sir Hellsing."

"…..Ah! Oh! G-good day, Ms. Yadav. Good day to you as well, young miss." Arthur offered Pushpa his hand but she wrinkled her nose and tugged her mother away.

He watched as they climbed into the car and drove past the gates, waiting until they were out of sight before heaving a lofty sigh.

'Regardless of your disapproval, I did what I had to do to fulfill my duties.' Arthur rubbed the back of his head as he trudged up the steps. 'You may know about politics, but you know nothing about war, Ms. Yadav. And Hellsing does not recruit children—it recruits soldiers.'

Day soon morphed into night, and Arthur stood at his office window, drink in hand and the effects of Manali's visit still lingering in his chest.

'Ridiculous,' He tossed back the glass and scowled to find it empty. 'Fucking ridiculous.'

As he reached out for the scotch bottle, a familiar gloved hand swiped it out of his reach and Arthur gazed up to find Alucard standing before him.

"You are going to drink yourself to your grave, Master." Alucard lectured with a half grin. "And you are far too young to be in the market for a coffin."

"If I wanted medical advice, I would consult Dr. Trevilian." Arthur tried to snatch the bottle back, but Alucard just raised it higher. "Don't make me punish you for insubordination, Alucard. Give it back!"

"Then punish me, Master."

Arthur stilled his movements, finding the teasing smile gone from Alucard's face and a solemn expression in its place.

That expression…where had he seen it before?

The faint tremble of the iris, the indistinct crease between the eyes…wait, Arthur knew where he had seen it before.

And he couldn't help but scoff in disbelief.

"I guess the sayings are true." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall. "Married couples start to resemble each other after a while."

Alucard was taken aback at first. But then, that infamous grin spread across his face and he began to laugh like he had heard the greatest punchline on Earth.

"And what is so funny?" Arthur took the opportunity to swipe the bottle from Alucard's hand.

"This is the first time you've acknowledge my marriage to Olivia." He removed his hat and placed it over his chest. "I'm so overcome with joy that I don't know what to do, Master."

The way he said it so frankly caused Arthur to spill as he refilled his glass, snorting under his breath.

"You truly are one brick shy of a load." He raised the glass to his lips but when he caught Alucard's gaze in his peripheral vision, he paused before emptying the glass in his desk's potted plant. "Who is the master here again?"

"You are," Alucard fell down on one knee and bowed his head. "And it is a servant's duty to ensure the health and well-being of its master…and to lift his spirits when something ails him."

Arthur's lip twitched upwards and before he knew it, he was patting him on the head again. But, unlike the last time, Arthur just smiled and gave Alucard's scalp a light scratch.

"Good dog." He murmured, the look of pure rapture on Alucard's face reminding him of Pushpa's face when her mother praised her. "Very good dog."

Alucard's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into his touch, and Arthur felt his burdens ease up when—.

A booming steel guitar riff resonated from the floor below, nearly sending Arthur flying out of his skin.

"What the fuck was that?!" He braced himself against the window, clutching his chest as the music continued down below. "Who in the Hell is playing music at this hour?!"

"My guess is your Ace Soldiers." Alucard theorized, standing tall while twisting his pinky in his ringing ear canal. "Perhaps they are throwing a party and didn't want to invite us old timers."

"I asked them to clean up, not throw a dance marathon." Arthur charged forward with a grumble, gesturing to Alucard over his shoulder. "Come along, dog."

"Yes, my Master." Alucard grinned, donning his hat once more and following him out the door.

What was originally supposed to be a dull night cleaning the abandoned storage room took a turn for the better when Olivia unearthed a crate of records from beneath a table.

"Sir Hellsing's secret collection, I suppose?" Olivia gently blew the dust off the vinyl sleeves and studied the contents within. "Hey, some of these were released in the past year."

"Put them back," Walter nudged her heels as he passed by with a wooden duster. "Or wait until we are done and you can pilfer to your heart's content."

"C'mon, it is going to take us hours to finish here." Olivia stood tall and cleaned off the adjacent record player. "Might as well have some fun."

"If you want to slack off, go to a dance hall. As for me, I am going to do my job."

"You're just grouchy because you can't swing dance." Olivia teased, placing the record on the turntable. "I guess Walter the Stiff only knows the box step."

The duster handle snapped in Walter's hand, and Olivia cackled as he faced her with a dark shadow over his eyes.

"Oh I'll show you how to swing dance." He glowered, his hand outstretched. "Drop that needle and follow my lead."

Still laughing her butt off, Olivia placed the needle on the record and clasped Walter's hand just as the opening chords of "Rock A While" by Goree Carter filled the room. He spun her around and they began to quickstep from side to side.

Dust clouded the room from their rapid movements, but Olivia was beaming like the sun and Walter tried to keep his face cold like stone.

"I stand corrected, Walter!" Olivia giggled, shimmying her shoulders and kicking her knees up as he twirled her back out. "You can jitterbug like the best of them!"

"Not so bad yourself." Walter muttered, shaking his hips and spinning her around again. "You getting practice on company hours or something?"

"No," She snorted. "I usually dance by myself. No one has seen me dance like this before."

"Not even Alucard?"

"Well, not yet but—AH!"

Walter snagged an arm around her waist and swung her upward, apparently finding his groove now judging by the smirk on his lips.

"What was that about?!" Olivia hissed when her feet made contact with the floor again.

"What was what?" He hummed as they continued swinging to the beat. "You said you wanted to dance, so that is what we're doing."

Olivia leered at his face for a moment before a lightbulb went off in her head.

"Must you always compete with him?" She sighed, the spring in her step noticeably diminished. "Can't we dance and have fun without making comparisons?"

"Who is making comparisons?" Steel was evident in his tone as he swung her up once more. "But forgive me for making you upset, Mrs. Dracul."

"Walter, I—."

"What kind of party is going on in here?!" Arthur's thunderous voice caused the needle to screech off the record and for Walter to drop Olivia, who had yet to be put down. "I ordered you to clean out this room, not perform like you are on Starlight."

"It was Olivia's idea." Walter crossed his arms, deflecting her venomous glare with one of his own.

"I don't recall hearing much resistance from you." She grumbled under her breath as she crawled to her feet, using Alucard's hand for support. "I hope we weren't too loud, yobo. I know how sensitive your ears are and—."

"What kind of dance was that?" He inquired, sweeping a lock of hair behind her ear before bringing her left knuckle to his lips. "And why haven't I seen it until now?"

"Oh! Um….well, I….." Olivia peeked over at Walter and Arthur with pink cheeks before tugging him down by the cravat to whisper, "I was going to make this your Christmas present."

"Why wait?" His grin consumed his face as he stripped off his coats and hat. "I've been aching to dance with you all day anyways."

"Alucard, not in front of people…" She huffed, playfully punching his chest with a smile and a blush—Walter made a gagging noise while Arthur cleared his throat.

"Well I'm not sticking around for this." Walter moved towards the door when a tendril snagged his elbow and tugged him back.

"Leaving so soon, Walter? What if I wanted to dance with you as well?"

"Oh fuck off!"

"Um, well," Olivia spoke up, 'discreetly' pinching Alucard's side so he would release Walter. "Since we are all here, how about we dance together? We've never done this before and it could be fun!"

"And when are you two going to finish your job exactly?" Arthur dug into his jacket pocket for a cigarette.

"We can clean after we dance." Olivia bounced on her heels, a habit reminiscent of her younger years. "C'mon, Sir Father!"

Arthur nearly chocked on his cigarette, bracing himself against the doorway as he coughed up a lung.

"Wh—! Wa—! What did you just say?!"

"I….I said 'C'mon, Sir Arthur'" She peered over at Walter who just shrugged with an equally perplexed expression. "Ah….was that too informal? Forgive me, Sir Hellsing, I guess I got so worked up that I forgot my manners." She cleared her throat before straightening her shoulders and offering her hand. "But, won't you dance with us?"

"Yes, Master. Won't you join us?" Alucard prompted, holding his hand out as well.

"Might as well get it over with, Sir Hellsing." Walter snorted, before smirking slightly and reaching out too. "You need the exercise anyways."

Arthur stared flabbergasted as his butler, his archer, and his servant invited him forward with their hands outstretched.

A strange feeling snarled his chest, and a part of him demanded that he order them to return to work. Yet, another part of him cooed that the day had already been so strange, that he might as well let the chips fall where they may.

Just for tonight though.

"….Alright, alright." Arthur tossed his coat aside and rolled his sleeves up as he entered the room, a grin inching its way across his face. "But don't get jealous when I out dance all of you."

A/N: Starlight was a British variety show that aired from the 1930s until 1949. The fic is currently in 1950 but let's just pretend the show is still airing for the sake of the joke.

Yobo= Korean term for darling (meant for married couples)

I wanted to do one last happy chapter because diving into the darker, heavier parts of this upcoming arc! And the mental image of all of them dancing the jitterbug was too beautiful to pass up! And the song Olivia and Walter were dancing to is called "Rock A While" by Goree Carter. Link is in my profile!

Thank you so much again for reading! Please leave a review~! I love them all and you all so much~!

Thank you so much again! And I will see you in the next chapter~! :D