Not Another Girl (Hellsing x Reader)

Chapter 85

George was now nineteen years old. Jonathan had taken his boys out to the park to play, while Integra stayed home with little Integra. Little Teggie wasn't doing well. She had a little cold and she was unhappy. So Integra spent the day keeping her warm and cuddling her to keep her from crying so much. George was in the middle of making bottles and taking inventory of the kitchen when Integra came to her with little Teggie in her arms.

"Shh, it's ok." comforted Integra, as she walked up behind George. "George."

"Yes, sir." said George, handing her a fresh bottle, for little Teggie.

Integra offered her the bottle, but little Teggie didn't want it. She just pushed it away and cried more.

"Well, she's not hungry." commented George, putting the bottle in the fridge for later.

"She's just aching and stuffy." comforted Integra.

"Too bad she's too young for Night Quil." joked George. "That would fix her. Maybe they could invent something like Sleepy Quil for kids."

"Stop with the jokes George and hand me a tissue." requested Integra, seeking to wipe Teggie's nose. "George, I need you to do me a favor. Today is the queen's birthday, but she isn't doing so well. The doctors aren't giving her much longer to live. I had wanted to give her my birthday gift, but little Integra doesn't need to be outside. Would you mind delivering my gift for me?"

"Yes, sir. Of course." George stopped working, cleaned up the kitchen a bit, and started to leave. 

Integra watched her for a minute and then stopped her. "George, where are you going?"

"To see the queen, as you just asked."

"Dressed like that?" asked Integra, raising an eyebrow at George's attire.

"I like this outfit." George snickered. "It's comfortable."

"You're going to Buckingham Palace, George. Wear a dress." Admonished Integra.

"Yes, sir." groaned George, as she walked upstairs to change clothes.

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George decided to give the old girl a fright and be a perfect lady today, since it was her birthday and all. And so, George dressed as a lady of society would who was going to see the queen. She dressed in a simple white dress, complete with matching white gloves and hat. She wore a red ribbon in her hair and a necklace of rubies. George smiled to herself as more than one palace guard nearly tripped over himself to glance at her.

George was escorted through the halls of the palace and brought to the queen's chambers. She had been instructed to keep her visit short as that the queen needed her rest. She was about to enter the bed chambers of the queen when one of the guards that knew her stopped her.

"Miss Hellsing, you're not carrying any weapons on you are you?" asked Lt. Jones.

"In this dress?" snickered George.

"George." Lt. Jones pressed her.

"Alright, turn around." George relented.

Lt. Jones did so and George lifted her dress a little; just enough to remove the silver dagger that she was carrying in her garter.

"Ok. You can turn around now." said George, handing him the dagger.

"George, really." he scolded her, as he shook his head with dread.

"What? You expect a single girl to go walking around all by herself without some protection."

"It's the middle of the day." he protested, looking at the size of the pure silver dagger.