Author's Note: Hello, everybody! Welcome to Hellsing Ultimate World War Chronicles! Now, for those who have read this story already, I know you are expecting an update soon, but after not updating it for a year and neglecting it by working on my TMNT 2014 story (which is a must read if you're interested), I've realized that I need to work on this story again. -_- Shame on me for neglecting my fans on this, and I kick myself in the ass because of the reviews I've been getting. So, I will make it up to you guys by rewriting some of it because I realized that it does need some work to it. I don't like Mary Sue characters, and I realized that my main OC is a little bit of that, so I want to rework this story and make it better for you guys. So, without further adieu, here's the start of the story :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Hellsing. All rights go to Kohta Hirano. I only own my OCs.

Lieutenant Katrina Alexiania Sebastian stood on the wooden deck of a passenger's ship, the wind blowing into the ship's side and rocking it a little. She brushed a few strands of her blonde bangs out of her eyes, grew a small smile as she saw London in her sight. It had been almost twenty years since she had been in England, let alone London herself. The young girl was born with creamy ivory skin, blue-green eyes and blonde hair that hung down the middle of her back just your typical American look she felt was nothing special.

"Brr, why didn't I bring a scarf?" The young girl muttered as she felt the bitter cold wind bite and whip around her fragile body. Katrina forgot just how cold London could be at times unlike America in the fall season. She shivered and pulled her jacket tighter around her torso, teeth chattering slightly and wishing she had brought a scarf to wrap around her neck. Her denim jacket, sporting a pair of angel wings on the upper right sleeve and the American flag on the upper left sleeve, was a gift given to her when she was congratulated for her proposal as lieutenant at a very young age. Her blue jeans had a few rips and tears at the bottom, the straps dangling with her high-heeled boots. Her yellow t-shirt clung to her underneath the jacket, showing a little of her curves. She wasn't small or large in body wise; she was slender with a height of five-foot-five and only weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds. She was considered small to many of her peers but she was always that way.

When she joined the United States Air Force at the age of fourteen, most of the soldiers made fun of her. But due to her incredible strength and endurance, she became a lieutenant for the Air Force Battalion Fourteen Angels unit, a very high and prestigious honor that she was received; she wasn't anyone special, but everyone around her treated her like a queen, something she wished people would stop going. She was stationed in New York City for a few weeks when she received her orders from the President himself. The order stated that she was to go to England and help a secret organization clear a problem they were having for years. Neither her captain nor her fellow comrades knew about this, and Trina knew that she would be hearing him lecture her of unacceptable behavior if he ever caught whiff of the situation.

"Attention all passengers. Please be ready to claim your luggage at the loading site. We will be arriving in London's shores in approximately five minutes." The captain of the boat announced over the loud speaker as Katrina looked around to see many families and other passengers coming on top of the deck to see London's beauty that she holds dearly. Katrina always wanted to travel, and she never really got out of the States, but it was nice to be out and in another country. England held a prestigious way of life, and she was more than willing to explore it as well as many other countries that she wanted to travel to so badly. Being twenty four years old, she wanted to go to many places, but due to her ranking, she was forced to have work come before anything else in her life. She felt a bit disappointed at the fact that she was spoiled, but she wanted to give to others and not be greedy. A trait that she treasured so dearly, she always wanted to help others, regardless of what her captain said. Sometimes, she wanted to punch the man in the face but held back.

As the boat reached the harbor in London, Katrina couldn't help but wonder who would be picking her up and what secret organization she would be helping with their problem. Her two suitcases and three bags were at her feet as she waited for the boat to dock and let the passengers off. She saw a fancy car with an elderly butler waiting for a special boat came to a stop at the dock, and began to unload the passengers and the cargo. Katrina picked up her suitcases and bags and headed to the unloading plank, a small smile gracing her face as she let her feet touch land for the first time in a few weeks. She looked around to see the surroundings of London, and fell in love with the country immediately. She realized that there was someone who was supposed to wait for her when she arrived, and began looking to see if there was anyone that stood out of the ordinary for her. About forty meters away, she saw someone who was waiting for her at the dock by the fancy car. It was an aged butler, but not just any butler. It was the butler from the organization she had read about while traveling to London – the Hellsing organization. England's very own secret organization that dealt with special cases, and she read about this butler in the readings. The Hellsing's trash man, former master vampire hunter -Walter, the Angel of Death.

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Author's Note: Hi, guys. I'm sorry for the confusion in the story, so I decided to delete the old story and repost it to make it better for you guys :) Reviews are welcome :)