So I was bored and found some Hellsing Hetalia crossovers and I read a few, some just didn't quite cut it for me. But I did enjoy them so don't think I'm mad and hate them and want to send as many flames as possible. No. It just sparked in me a want to write one for myself. And do not get mad if I get information wrong.

Chapter 1

Wide, emerald-green orbs stared out over the city. London set ablaze in the depth of night. Zeppelins hovering over the town as monsters jump out and fall like falling stars; these monsters with sharp teeth march through London. Fire and blood. Women, men, children alike were all screaming and running away as monsters shot and tackled, their sharp teeth tearing into flesh.

His heart ached as he saw this happen to his beloved country; he hated hearing the screams and cries of his people and the sound of the army of undead ripped apart limbs and ate away at them. This was all too much for him to take, this sight. He wanted to cry as the flames continued to burn away at London, as the monsters ate his people, and as his people rise from the ground to eat others. He hasn't felt such pain and sorrow since the American Revolution when his brother gained his independence from him.

He grasped at his chest, eyes wide and panting as the pain coursed through him from all of this. He looked back at his city, blinking when something in the form of an angel suddenly appeared and a smile twitched onto his face. But as quick as that smile appeared, it disappeared when he heard the claims of man. He shook his head in fear and looked down, his body trembling in place. How could he let things get this far? In his own country? He fell to his hands and knees. A hand clenched into a fist, he started pounding down at the ground like some child as he cried for his people and for all of this to end. But it just didn't seem to end.

His vision started to fade to crimson.

Then black.

Two glowing red eyes opened in the black darkness.

Arthur woke up panting softly for a moment. He took a look around, sighing softly when he realized he was still in the meeting with the others. None of them seemed to be paying attention to him, instead listening and arguing with Alfred. The Brit had to laugh a bit as he watched them argue with each other, with the exception of Ivan who always seemed to be silent with the playful, yet creepy, smile on his face. It was just another normal and boring day. He leaned back in his chair as one of the maids brought him tea which he thanked her for with a smile; he took it and started to sip as he watched Alfred and the frog, Francis bicker with each other. It was slightly amusing at times. Though it did get annoying when they would decide to start a fist fight, which usually ended in either him or- no, it was mainly him who ended in getting involved with the fight.

The Englishman sighed once again and sipped his tea, his mind going back to the dream he just had. He didn't understand why he even seen this sot of dream, nothing of the sort would happen to London, or at least he thought. Arthur shook his head as to dismiss the thought from his head, looking up to see Alfred staring at him. His bushy eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"Dude, I've been calling your name like...three times." The other blonde raised an eyebrow. "You alright? You've been spacey this entire meeting."

"Must have not gotten enough sleep." Arthur laughed and waved his hand. "I'm alright."

Alfred stared a bit longer before the normal grin appeared on his face and went back to the meeting. Arthur listened and watched with a bored gaze, looking over at the door when two people walked in. They were dressed in black outfits and sunglasses, the common attire for personal guards and such. Everyone fell silent immediately when one started talking. "Arthur Kirkland?"

Everyone's heads snapped to the Brit at the end of the room as he stood up, looking at the two men. "That would be me."

"From the Queen," The other said as he pulled out an envelope with the Queen's seal.

Arthur grabbed the envelope and looked up at the men, who both walked out. The Brit looked at the envelope, knowing the queen wouldn't contact him if it wasn't important. He noticed the others were watching him silently, waiting for him to open it but Arthur sighed and walked out of the meeting room, heading down the hall. He wasn't aware of a figure walking far behind him. He stared at the envelope before slowly opening it and reading it:

Arthur,

First I wish to apologize for what I'm about to say and for my actions. For years there have been attacks, these are not caused by human murderers. This is a result of vampires. Yes, vampires; these monsters have been in this country for a long period and I'm sorry this has been kept from you my dear nation. I didn't want you to worry about these occurrences which is why I have remained quiet about this matter. Though, I figured that eventually it would be pointless to keep you from the truth of what's secretly happening in this country. It's a secret war and anything can happen. I want you to be careful, don't want anything happen to Great Britain after all. Luckily, we have the Hellsing Organization to help fight against these monsters. I've asked them to watch over you. I know that you may be able to heal from wounds, I just fear the worst and can't stand the possibility of anything happening to the persona of our country. A member from the-

Before Arthur could continue reading, he found himself tackled to the ground and pinned by one of the maids. His green eyes widening when she smiled maniacally, her sharp fangs bared at the nation.

"Looks like you know now." She sang and chuckled. "That simply won't do."

"Get off of me!" The Brit yelled and struggled in her grasp.

He was about to kick her off when she was suddenly pulled off by strings, it was as if she was simply a marionette. Arthur looked over to see an aging man with black, greying hair, dressed in a standard butler outfit and monocle over his left eye. He could barely make out the shine of the strings coming from the man's black gloves. The old butler grinned, "Do forgive me for my lateness."

The vampire maid hissed as she was pulled back by the strings to which the butler made a few movements with his hands; she was pulled apart into pieces. Arthur, his eyes wide, stood up and watched as the butler walk up, giving him a small bow. "I'm Walter C. Dornez, butler to the Hellsing Organization. I'm sure you were notified of my arrival."

"Yes, I was. Just now." Arthur replied and glanced over at the dismembered vampire who then turned to dust.

Walter smiled and took off his gloves. "If you would follow me."

The butler turned and started to walk, Arthur following behind quietly. His mind was reeling over what had just happened and from what he had read in the letter. He couldn't believe that this sort of secret was kept from him this entire time but he shook his head to remove the thoughts when suddenly Alfred ran into them in the hallway. The blonde saw Arthur, blue eyes full of worry.

"Dude, I heard you yell. What..." His eyes trailed to Walter before seeing the dust on the carpeted floor, he then turned his gaze back to the other. "What happened?"

"I'll explain to you later," Arthur replied and continued to follow Walter out of the building, leaving behind the confused American.

The drive from the meeting to the Hellsing Organization was a bore as he sat in the car, staring out of the window and at the landscape of his country. He glanced over at Walter, wondering how an old man could make such quick work of a vampire and not be bothered or disturbed by it. Walter noticed the other glance over and smirked for a moment before it returned to the smile he normally had and stare at the road as he drove. "Are you wondering about the vampires?"

Arthur blinked and looked over, adjusting his tie a bit. "I suppose so. I can't wrap my mind around this, vampires, in this country."

"The world is full of surprises." Walter's eyes darted over. "Such as you being Great Britain."

"Many have found that surprising," He muttered, remembering most of his previous bosses reactions. "A normal person's first reaction is that they don't believe it...since it sounds weird that Britain has it's own persona."

The butler nodded, "It was quite surprising for Sir Integra to believe herself."

"Sir Integra?" Arthur raised an bushy eyebrow.

"She's the head, the commanding officer of the Hellsing Organization. It was handed down to her when she was just twelve since her father died from an incurable disease." Walter explained and the nation listened with slight shock. "There was some complications, such as her uncle who believed he should have inherited the organization."

"What happened to the uncle?" Arthur asked but followed quickly, "If it isn't a bother of me asking."

"It's fine. Sir Integra, she shot him."

Arthur blinked and sat back in his chair. He was starting to wonder what this woman was like now, but his mind returned to the subject of vampires. He didn't have very much information on what really happened. He had once read Bram Stoker's Dracula, but he wasn't sure if the vampires would be anything like he has ever read.

The Brit looked over, his eyes curious. "Is...there a way vampires make more vampires?"

"Yes, it might sound strange, but another vampire can only be created a human is a virgin and opposite sex of the vampire." Walter explained which made Arthur blink. "If the human is not a virgin, then they turn into ghouls. They are mindless creatures that follow the vampire; if the vampire is killed, all the ghouls it created are killed as well."

Britain nodded and turned his gaze out of the front window, spotting a giant mansion ahead. Eventually they reached the gate to the estate and Arthur took in the surroundings and the guards at the front gate. He noticed the emblem on their outfit. We are on a mission from God. He read to himself before leaning back in his chair as they pulled up to the door where he saw a tall, blonde women who seemed to be wearing glasses and smoking a cigar.

Walter exited the car and walked around, opening the passenger door for the nation. Arthur smiled sheepishly before walking up to Integra, looking up at her. She smiled, taking the cigar out of her mouth. "You must be Great Britain."

"I much prefer Arthur," He said, "Arthur Kirkland."

"Very well Mr. Kirkland, welcome to the Hellsing Organization." Integra welcomed before placing the cigar between her firm lips. "I trust Walter filled you in on a few things?"

Arthur nodded. "Yes, he did. The Queen's letter also mentioned some things as well. She said you are to watch over me?"

"The Queen doesn't want anything happening to England." She said before turning away, looking at him from over her shoulder. "Come, we can talk over tea."

Tea, that sounded good to the blonde male. He followed her in and looked around, finding it rather dark but he ignored it as he followed Sir Integra to her office where Walter walked in with a tray of tea. He poured them both a cup before taking the tray and lighting another cigar for the women. How many does she go through a day? Did she even finish the one she had?Arthur thought silently before blowing on his tea and taking a sip.

"So...I am guessing there are more like you?" Integra asked as she stared at the other.

"Yes, a person of each nation. Russia, China, France, Japan, many. There are even ones of smaller nations." He said nonchalantly; he didn't mention Peter, seeing as how the little boy wasn't really a nation. Then again, he thought it was sort of mean that he didn't include the boy. "Such as Liechtenstein."

Integra nodded, sipping her own tea. "...I'm guessing there is one of Italy?"

Arthur chuckled. "There are actually two. There's a Northern Italy and Southern Italy."

This rather confused Integra, not really understanding why there would be two of the nation when the others seemed to have singles. She didn't think much of it, knowing that the Iscariot branch was in Italy. "And what about...non-nations...or nations that use to be? One's such as Prussia, which is now considered East Germany."

"Prussia?" Arthur had to blink for a moment. It was sort of a wonder why Gilbert hadn't disappeared since his nation was no longer called Prussia. "Well, he's still around. I don't normally get involved with Germany and Prussia; rarely been near them since World War II."

Integra listened before her eyes gazed over at Walter then back to Arthur. "Yes, that war. That was over..."

"50 years ma'am," Walter said, smiling. "I was just around 14 at the time."

"Ah yes," The women smiled over at Arthur. "You see Mr. Kirkland, Walter was included in that war. Even then the vampire threat was huge and he was deployed to take care of it."

Arthur looked over at Walter with surprise before looking back at Integra. "Even then? I don't recall vampires being a part of that war."

"Oh, they were. A division of Nazis conjured up a army of monstrous vampires." The woman said as she finished up her cup of tea.

The nation looked down at his cup in slight shock of the news. How much had been hidden from him? And did Ludwig know about the vampire army that was used during that war? He sighed and sipped his tea but then frowned, no longer interested in tea anymore. Integra noticed this and put out her cigar. "I suppose that's enough information for today, I apologize."

"It's alright." The other smiled.

She smiled back, "Walter, show Mr. Kirkland to his room, please. I'm sure he would like to rest after learning about all of this."

Walter nodded and asked Arthur to follow him, which he did. They walked down the hallway until they reached a room which the nation guessed was the guest bedroom. He supposed it could do for now seeing as how he would be spending plenty of time in this place. Walter left him and Arthur laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling before yawning quietly to himself. He let sleep take over him.

He was oblivious to the red orbs from the black darkness watching him.

Just like from his dream earlier.

I hope you enjoyed it. I didn't want to throw Arthur into the middle of things and so I figured, why not before any of this happened? I might change things from the actual storyline of Hellsing so just a fair warning. Hey, if you don't like it, don't tell me rudely, go make one of your own, ok? And for starters, there will be nothing between Arthur and Alucard because I read something like that. I will do some usuk fluff and try out other fluffs. I won't go overboard with this sort of thing and try to stick to some originality. I hope to put the new chapter up as soon as possible and I tried to drag out the chapter since I didn't want ths to be completely short. Wait for the next chapter~ I'm considering some very different things. :P