Y/N groaned, forcing himself upright as he wiped blood from his mouth. A dark, violent grimace took over his face. Seras backed up slightly, able to feel the air around him thicken like blood.

"I did not... come this far... just to lose to that cuntwaffle CHEAP SHOTTING ME!" the werewolf yelled, taking off towards the downed blimp. In his way was an ongoing battle between Anderson and Alucard with several legions of Iscariot fodder.

"EVERYBODY MOVE!" he growled, punching Heinkel in the face as he charged up the middle. The woman was understandably pissed off when she got up, only to watch him barrel into Anderson as well. Anderson himself was taken by surprise as the nail he had just intended to stake himself with was now sticking out of the werewolf's shoulder. The agonizing screams that came from the poor man's throat were haunting, as he tore his shoulder open trying to remove Helena's Nail. Y/N's inability to remove the Nail was a frightening reminder of why it was sealed away.

"Anderson, was that Helena's Nail? The one from the 'Don't Fuck With This' armory?!" Heinkel asked, causing the Catholic regenerator to sigh. He thought the nail would give him an edge, not turn him into a monster.

"It seems I was wrong about you and I, Alucard. I hate you but I understand you. I'm not perfect. No human is. But we can all strive to be better. Perhaps, we're not so different after all. Maybe... just maybe there is a future-" Right before Anderson could continue, Alucard saw a thin wire wrap around the Iscariot leader's face and rip it into mince meat. It was like watching Prey and seeing the metal net crush French trappers as the rest of his body followed suit. Walter stood behind where Anderson had been, revealed to Alucard as the regenerator's body fell to the ground, unable to repair the damage.

"WAAAAAAAAAALTEEEEEEEEEEEEER!" Alucard shouted. Looking back, Y/N rolled onto his back and barely able to see what had happened. If it weren't for the excruciating pain he was feeling, Y/N would be consumed by the pain of betrayal of yet another close friend. His agonizing wails were the perfect backdrop for this perfect deceit. Alucard briefly took his eyes off of Walter and looked to the werewolf. He continued struggling with the Nail as thorny vines began creeping under his skin. Realizing what was happening, he reached forward to rip the Nail out only for a wire to wrap around both Alucard's arm and the nail, ripping the nail out while turning the vampire's arm into a fine pink mist. The vines tore open the skin of Y/N's arm as they were yanked out, but the screaming could finally stop. The Holy nature of the artifact had left serious injuries on the werewolf.

"Walter you cock-sucking bastard!" Y/N growled out angrily. Walter recoiled, not expecting the immediate violence.

"Now now now, before we start throwing around words like 'betrayal' or 'cucked', we should let Walter explain himself," Alucard said, gesturing to the much younger Hellsing butler.

"I'm betraying you."

"AWE YOU CUCK!" Alucard exclaimed. Seras sighed and looked towards Walter.

"Before things go to complete shit, thank you, Walter C Dornez, for the canon," the draculina smiled, remembering the time they had spent before the fuster-cluck of a situation the Hellsing estate now found itself in.

"And thank you, Seras Victoria, for your service." A final, heartfelt response from Walter was all she received as the werewolf spat at the former butler.

"Alucard, Integra, I leave this little shitstain to you. But if you deny me my pound of him, I'll gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck the both of you! Seras, Schrodinger, we've got Nazi vampires to rip and tear..." Y/N said as Seras helped him up.

"R-Right... Maybe you should take a minute to recover fir-" Seras began, only to be cut off,

"NO! I can't let him get away, not when we're this close to finishing this..." The draculina huffed.

"If I have to carry you, you'd better split me in half."

"Walter, ho-hold on. What did you just say?" Alucard asked in confusion, causing Seras to snap.

"I SAID HE'D BETTER FUCK ME!"

"Can we FOCUS!" Integra shouted, startling Seras.

"Right! Dealing with the Nazis!" she said as the vampire, werewolf, and whatever the fuck Schrodinger is, ran off. Integra pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. In spite of both the situation and the pain in the ass Alucard can be, the leader of the Hellsing organization couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face. At least, she thought, those three could finish off the job.

"Those three give such the headache. Better than Maxwell at least..." Integra sighed, allowing Alucard a chance to speak. He bowed before her and addressed her as his superior.

"Integra... I want to hear you say it. I NEED to hear it!" Integra didn't respond at first, merely lighting a cigar and taking a long drag. Letting the smoke leave her lungs, she snapped the cigar and finally gave her command.

"FUCK HIM IN THE VAGAINA!" Alucard ginned and laughed wickedly.

"ALRIGHT! But I'm gonna have to make one first!"