The journey to the airport was silent for Walter; his nephew, Y/N, didn't utter a single word, his attention fixed on the car window. Walter felt terrible; despite his many skills, he couldn't alleviate the pain that Y/N was enduring, leaving him feeling like the smallest man in the world.
Undeterred, Walter continued his drive to the airport, having arranged everything for his flight to England, hopeful to arrive before nightfall.
Walter: Are you okay back there Y/n?
Walter received a single response: a faint sob from Y/n's lips. He couldn't fault the child; losing a mother in such a way would be traumatic for anyone, but for a young boy of seven? It would undoubtedly be life-altering.
Walter could only hope y/n would be able to crawl out of the darkness, he deserved the world after what happened to him...
Y/n: U-Uncle Walter? where we going?...
Walter: We're heading somewhere nice, don't you worry, you'll be surrounded by plenty of friendly faces...
He was telling the truth; although the soldiers might be thoroughly miserable, they would swiftly alter their attitudes if they were aware that Y/n was his nephew.
Y/n remained silent, his attention captured by the unfamiliar sights outside the window. Having never traveled far, this journey was a departure from his comfort zone. The thought of leaving his mother caused a stir of panic within him. At that moment, Catherine lay in an old cottage, succumbing to an ailment he was powerless to heal.
It made Y/n feel even worse than he already did...
Attempting to muster courage, Y/n brightened slightly, choosing to view everything as a fresh adventure, an opportunity to make his mum proud. With this thought, he straightened up in the backseat of the car and offered a faint smile.
He would stay strong for his mum, no matter what happens...
1 hour later.
Y/n and Walter finally made it to the airport. Thanks to his superior's status within one of Great Britain's most secretive organizations, Walter was granted access to a private hangar. Eager to return to England, Walter parked the car and assisted Y/n in alighting, his expression a model of patience.
Walter: Are you okay Y/n?
Y/n however had his hands over his eyes and looked to be in discomfort.
Y/n: It's...so loud...
Walter raised an eyebrow; it wasn't that loud to him, but he understood that for a boy unaccustomed to such noise, it would be overwhelming. Giving his nephew a reassuring pat on the back, Walter guided himself and Y/n to step back as the hangar doors opened.
There stood a private jet, one the Hellsing organisation would use for trips like this one.
Walter: Come on, we're going to be taking that and heading to England.
Y/n: I'm...scared of heights...
Walter: I'm with you Y/n, just don't look out the window and focus on me.
The knowledge that he wasn't alone brought a sense of relief to Y/n, and for a moment, his frown disappeared as he followed Walter onto the jet.
Oh my lord...he wasn't prepared...
The jet was pristine and luxurious, outfitted with comfortable leather seats; it was so impeccably clean that Y/n was at a loss for words. His bright blue eyes sparkled with wonder as he ventured deeper into the jet.
Walter: Surprised?
Y/n: Y-You own this?!
Walter: My superiors do but give the fact I work for them there are benefits, we should get moving, it'll take us a bit to get to England...
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Child of hate: Hellsing x child reader fanfic
FanfictionY/n Dornez, a young boy and nephew to the infamous angel of death Walter C Dornez, the young boy was strange from birth, always quiet and shy of others, choosing to stay with his mother at all times, his father was out of the picture during Y/n's bi...
