Disclaimer! Hellsing and all its characters do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for fun and not for profit. The only thing that is mine is the plot idea, and even then I'm sure its all been done, right?

Seras was helping Walter make rolls for dinner. She hadn't been assigned kitchen duty, but Walter was such a breath of fresh air to be around after her master and the other troops. Her master hardly ever graced her with real speech, preferring to berate her mind directly, and the soldiers... well, it had happened in the police force too. It could only be expected that they couldn't see past her figure.

She wasn't going to dwell on it though. Walter had her kneading a batch of dough big enough to feed half the soldiers stationed at Hellsing. She had just finished a batch of a similar size which Walter was cutting into pieces quite efficiently with his wires.

"I must say Miss Victoria, this is going much quicker with your help. May I recruit you to help with the Round Table dinner preparations next week?" Walter asked.

"I'll agree on one condition," she said, "Please call me Seras. I mean, we're friends right Walter? I don't call you Mr. Dollneaz... well I mean I could, and I would if you wanted me to! Oh, I hope you haven't been offended all this time..." and she was promptly hit in the face by a floury-on-the-outside gooey-on-the-inside missile.

Seras took a such a sudden, yet unneeded, intake of breath in surprise that the top button on her uniform popped and zinged across the kitchen and into the pile of cut dough unveiling not only much of her cleavage but also hints of her pink lace bra that she wore on days when she was in a particularly good mood. She completely didn't notice her predicament, however, because she was still sputtering with flour on her face and dough in her hair.

"Walter! What was that for?" she squeaked.

"Miss... Seras. You were becoming upset over nothing. It was merely a little fun between friends, eh?"

Seras looked up at Walter who was standing next to her now and almost hugged him before blushing and brushing a little flour off his waistcoat instead. "Oh I'm so glad. I thought you might despise me for being... you know," she sighed and was about to step away when her master drifted up into the room and glared at her.

"M-master, I p-promise, I was helping!" A puff of flour was sent into the air around her mouth on her second stutter.

"Oh yes, Police Girl, I can see exactly what you were doing."

"It's not -" she backed away from Walter and stopped talking once she could see that the other two were talking mentally. After a moment Walter had a questioning look on his face.

Alucard swept around to loom over his fledgling. "I am giving Walter permission to punish you for being out of uniform, Police Girl. I must say, I hope you don't learn your lesson." With a deep chuckle he phased up through the ceiling to the upper floors.

Seras's eyes went wide with shock and as she looked down to see her shirt so disheveled her cheeks and ears turned as red as her last meal. "But I didn't... Did you? What happened?!"

Walter's face had turned into a mask. He very primly addressed her, "Senior Officer Seras Victoria, concerning the matter of your uniform: you will finish these rolls yourself. You will search for your lost button and if you find it, your punishment is over. However, should you fail to do so, you must ransom it back from the soldier who finds it at a price they deem acceptable," he turned to leave but said, "Oh, and this little matter will be settled at dinner tonight, and you may not change." He grinned to himself as he walked down the hallway. It had been far too long since any such antics had happened at Hellsing.

Seras spent the next two hours finishing the rolls herself. She was covered in flour and she understood why Walter liked to have help. At this point however she was considering stealing all his boxers and tying them to the Hellsing flagpole. How dare he! She hadn't done anything to her uniform! Oh revenge would be sweet. But it wouldn't come soon enough because now she was steeling herself to serve the rolls in the dining hall. She hadn't found the button. She'd done everything but rip the dough to bits but she knew if she didn't serve the rolls Walter could just find some other punishment for her. She held the tray piled high with delicious smelling bread in front of her so at least she would be covered for part of the time and started out into the spacious room.

Just as she entered she heard Feurgeson saying to the line of men outside, "There's an added bonus to dinner tonight lads. A very important button was lost tonight in the dough for the rolls by Senior Officer Victoria, and any man to find it will be able to negotiate the terms of return with her!" The soldiers went wild. She could especially hear several outbursts from the Wild Geese; plenty of "Mon Dieu"s and wagers starting to make their way to the front of the line.

She set the tray down and didn't look up as the doors opened and the rowdy bunch poured through the double doors and lined up along the buffet getting their meal. She heard one voice cat-calling and whistling in particular as she placed two rolls on each plate. She tried to keep her eyes glued to the pile of bread, but the Frenchman down the line was too hard to ignore. She balled up her fists and determined not to give him any food. She hated to think what he would ask for in return for her uniform button. When he made his way to her station she crossed her arms under her breasts and growled, "Get moving, Captain. I wouldn't give you the satisfaction."

"Hold it, girlie," Pip smirked and took in a nice eye-full, "I think I have something of yours." He picked a roll off the top of the pile, tore it in half, reached in dramatically and... pulled out a small khaki button. Seras was dumbstruck. There were groans from the rest of the line and muttering all around.

As the whole dining hall surged toward them to hear the "negotiation" phase, Seras had an epiphany.

"My shirt buttons aren't khaki, you cheater!"

She looked ready to throw him out onto the shooting range and take a few practice shots. But the rest of the soldiers waiting for food quickly pushed him out of line and grabbed rolls like it was their last meal while the petite vampire fumed. She whipped around ready to leave the room, punishment or no, but ran right into someone standing behind her. Her face hit a man's chest and she rushed to remove it, first seeing the faint outline her lipgloss had left on the white shirt and then the flour that was still all over her that was now on the black vest. Then, her eyes focused on a small black button sown with red thread to the edge of a very small vest pocket.

"Ah, I see you've found me out," he murmured while he took Seras's elbows and pretended to steady her from their collision.

"Walter?" Seras asked confused, "You had it the whole time?"

A sergeant who happened to be weighing two rolls in his hands trying to find the best one overheard her say this and looked up. He dejectedly shouted, "Well boys, we've been bested by Walter! Go on and kiss her, old man!"

Throughout the mess the chant picked up: "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!"

Walter looked at this sergeant and belatedly realized he didn't recognize him. The man's eyes turned red and he winked at Walter while Walter heard in his mind, Well, go on Angel. I hope you didn't want to negotiate anything more. It is only a button after all.

He blinked and then leaned down quickly and met Seras's lips- trying not to see her reaction or listen to the wolf-whistles quickly drowning out the clapping. Before he knew what was happening, Seras was kissing him back and pressing herself against him! Then she pulled away from him and he felt a slight tug and heard a little whoosh. He looked down to see her folding over his belt... what was she doing? Seras cracked her new toy in the air a few times while the whistling went to a whole new level.

Seras leaned in and whispered to the shocked butler, "Be glad I didn't steal your boxers and put them up the flagpole, Sir. I'll be waiting to see whether or not you want this back." She turned on her heel and, with pilfered belt slung over her shoulder, strut out the Mess doors.

Author's Note- My first complete story?! I may consider writing more, but this seemed like a good teaser but a complete one-shot. I know Walter is probably a suspenders kind of guy but the belt lent itself to the story. No flames please!