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The Green Lady	By : RaggedyNib Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 6456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Hellsing! It's all Kouta Hirano!

This chapter is shamelessly political. It sets up for the war, yada-yada, Alucard naps, et cetera. Mind you that this is all fictionalized and does not reflect any sort of real world situation. IT'S THE PRETEND WORLD!

On a side note – one thing I can't stand in fan fiction is copious/complex amounts of original characters that muddle the plot. If they get too much for anyone to handle, pinch me. Noor and Gavrail will be the only recurring ones, mind you.

Chapter 7 – The Mediator

In Bucharest at the turn of the millennium, a man would find the rusticity of the old world intermingling with the standardized remnants of the communist era. Now it was a city to rival its sisters like Prague and Warsaw – some would even say it was fast approaching the size and consistency of Paris or Madrid.

But still, there was much work to be done until Bucharest was a leading city of global power like the rebuilt London or the longstanding Moscow. For now, it was the unofficial capital of the Balkans. A literal shining example of its grandness rested in the record it held for the largest administrative building in the world. It was second only to the Pentagon in space, and was perhaps the most widely controversial building in all of Europe.

The Palatul Parlamentului – built during the communist regime of the madman Ceauşescu – consisted of over a thousand rooms stacking twelve stories high, boasting the final cost of nearly ten billion standardized American dollars.

It was no use to rid the world of such a useful waste, Seras commented during the first month of her rule. The building could house an entire parliament including their aides, and on top of that all the ministers and their aides. Still there was room to spare even when both halves of the whole government were in session! She would chance a bet and stake that the five new additions to the mix could comfortably house their independent systems within the Palace of Parliament.

Seras claimed a hall for herself and staff; nothing was too ornate or showy, but the vast expanse of lighted marble that created the arch of the hallway ceiling was an understated impression of prosperity. It ran from one end of the corridor to the next, similar to a never-ending strip of white sky that stayed constantly bright throughout the hours. The young vampire was happy to see that the shocking first impression newcomers had when they got their eyeful of the impressive ceiling was still there. Indeed, the young military men that assisted the big three of the Romanian armed forces – the Supreme Commander of the Army, the Minister of Defense, and the Chief of the General Staff – stumbled along on the carpet that ran the length of the corridor as they gazed upward. Ahead of them were their superiors, grim and intentionally loud in their clicking boot heels as they made their way into the conference room.

Alucard had shocked her yet again and accompanied her to Bucharest the night of the press conference. It was a short flight from Bran to the capital, even shorter when you were the one doing the flying. After smoothing out her windblown hair and skirts into some semblance of order they had advanced towards the innermost soundproofed room in the complex – her conference area. Reinforced with steel and carbon fiber – a pricey commodity bought from their neighbors the Bulgarians – it had one entrance and a confidential emergency exit. When they had arrived the doors were ordered sealed until the military officials had joined. There in one of the upholstered chairs at the long table was Noor in her hijab and two piece suit. Behind her stood the most massive man Seras had ever laid eyes on. Comparably he was a few inches taller than the Captain she had encountered during the Millennium blitz, and much broader built in the body. He reminded Seras of the Russian fighter from that old American film series, Rocky. His fair hair was cropped high and tight into the military flattop style, a broad forehead situated over brooding eyes and thick brows.

"It's the Turk and her pet Russian! How expected," crowed Alucard.

Any further words were cut off with the arrival of the military representatives. After them the statesmen settled in along with the technicians and secretaries. One tapped the glassy surface of the conference table until it flared to life and zoomed in on a sprawling globe to include only the eastern half of the world. The opposing wall of the room also brightened into two views of other dark conference rooms in Moscow and Belgrade.

"This meeting is now live on a secure connection with the Balkan Coalition as well as the Russian Federation. Please state your names for the record," a secretary asked, the room shifting to get a good look at the screens.

"Vlad Dracula. Wake me when it gets interesting." And with that, Alucard stretched out his long body in the chair and shut his eyes.

"Seras Victoria."

"Viorica Craiovescu," said the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces, a tough old bird well into her seventies.

"Nicolae Ionescu."

This went on until it reached the visitors, Lady Demir standing to face the screen fully. A flash and click got a clear picture of her face for the security files; another click captured the face of her companion.

"Noor Demir."

"Gavrail Kozlov," Noor's companion answered in a low rumble.

The other leagues behind the screens repeated the process and signaled that the floor was given to the Romanian government, Seras rising to address them all accordingly.

"Lady Demir has come to us with confidential information that we believe vital in the coming months, if only to give us a tentative warning of a possibility. I can't stress the world possibility enough, gentlemen and ladies, so take this all with a grain of salt. Lady Demir?"

The Turkish woman stood from her chair after Kozlov offered her his arm, stepping closer to the screens to give the cameras a better view.

"Jerusalem and the Greater Gaza Strip, the states of the new Ottoman Empire, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan – these are the names of the governing states that have direct connections to these radical jihadist cells. As you all well know, terroristic activities in the peaceful nations surrounding these countries have increased exponentially over the last forty years. In those forty years there have been a series of coups; radical parties coming into power while riding the ideals of religious and economic conservatism to set the bankrupt, impoverished countries to rights. What we are left with are countries calling for war in both private and public settings, but now we have solid proof that the nations are taking steps towards mobilizing vast aerial and land forces.

Confidential information was leaked to me and a number of other sources that are trusted by your governments and the international community. You have received said information over the course of these last few years, but now we have word from a member of the former Syrian dictator's family that these fears of an endorsed holy war are not so far-fetched."

"We have all received your reports along with our satellite images of the missile sites and troop movements, ma'am. What strikes at the credibility of your story is that Khalid ibn Abdul-Aziz is a loose-tongued playboy who is a step away from being disowned by his own father for excessive spending and numerous scandals. Who is to say he wasn't intentionally planting that information, possibly false information?" That came from the Russian president seated alongside her prime minister.

"Madame President, these facts come as an unfortunate truth to all of us, but you will be receiving confirmation from the People's Republic of China and the Republic of India in the next few hours. An informant has assured me that their intelligence networks have both picked up a codified document bearing the authorized signatures of the men running these radical governments along with their chosen military strategists. This is no private backing of a war by wealthy statesmen – this is a unified assault on Europe and Asia, perhaps the world."

This was met with silence until that was broken with a roar of voices from all sides.

"It's finally come upon us! It was a disaster during the Reclamation War of '26! Now we have to contend with the beast Israel has become after the Jews were blown to kingdom come! Greater Gaza Strip indeed," screeched the Russian prime minister.

"Not to mention the overthrowing of our allies in Turkey and those nice little coups in Lebanon and Syria. That's two countries absorbed into their borders. More elbow room for the radicals to throw their weight around; an entire section of the Middle East is now officially hostile with no buffer states to cut it in half. That upstart they're being ridden by is flirting with the idea of re-establishing the sultanate. He's already making steps towards it with renaming the whole blasted thing after the old empire." Premier Grgić's familiar voice spoke from the Balkan Coalition connection; apparently he was already with his parliament in light of the new information.

"How much support can we expect from the democratic nations of Iraq or Jordan…the Saudi sheikhdoms? There's no question that our satellite nations will support and maintain the borders along the north of the radical states. Russia will provide." Another insert came from the Russian party.

"I think it's time to call China and India, hope to whatever God above that they won't panic and run to the United Nations for sanctions just yet, then call Greece. They're the ones with a portion of these damned bullies on their side of the straits along with Bulgaria. It'll be history repeating itself if the Ottoman states come trudging across to take us back." The Balkan Coalition spun off into unintelligible tangents such as that, drowned out by another rising voice from the room Seras herself was in.

"China won't say a peep. They'll just arm the missiles and mobilize. India will take their cue and do just that. Then it's the waiting game until the radicals make their move. No telling what the sheiks or Egypt will do. Jordan will take a hint from the Saudis and stay the hell out of it all unless they're forced to choose a side. Iraq will go squealing to the States if they catch the slightest hint of conflict. Look how badly they botched up the Reclamation War!" Commander Craiovescu was a veteran of the Reclamation War and was quite outspoken on the issue in a normal conversation – now she was practically frothing at the mouth in the throes of a passionate rant.

"QUIET, PLEASE!" Seras bellowed over the din, some of it dying down until additional hushing was hissed towards the ones still jabbering.

"This will require an additional meeting – in the flesh, as it were. We'll smooth out the details as we go." Nods of agreement were seen on all ends at this proposal.

"The Russian Federation volunteers Moscow as the meeting place," called the Russian president.

"All in favour?" Seras called, raising her hand to pass the motion. All other hands followed her lead.

The meeting was concluded, another procession of people filing out yet another door. Seras slumped into her seat. A quick glance over at Alucard's chair and she was caught in the red gaze of her master.

"The subject got interesting, I take it?" she scoffed.

"This is all my youth rewinding, in a sense. Now I'm starting to believe I'm being born backwards," he mused, a crooked smile lighting up his face.

"Don't say things like that. The world hasn't done a thing to deserve such luck."

"I would concur with you, Lady Victoria." Noor had come to their end of the table with her towering friend, another vampire if the red tinge of his eyes was anything to go by.

"Up for a bit of hard travel, Turk? Your soldier boy can come as well." Alucard's eyes glinted with a familiar fervor as he sized up the other male. Familiar in the fact that it was the same look he gave enemies whom Seras figured were on level ground with him physically. Looks he gave Anderson during her early days with Hellsing – an opportunity of an interesting fight.

Noor shot her an exasperated look that caused both of them to roll their eyes ceiling-ward.

Men were impossible, no matter the species.
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