Author's Note: I figured it was a bit of a waste to make separate stories for a bunch of shorts that weren't even as long as book-chapter, so I'm going to upload new shorts as chapters in this single fic.

Most of these are also posted at bloody(underscore)shorts, the Hellsing drabble/short fic community on Livejournal.

Individual ratings and summaries in each chapter.

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Title: Changes
Summary: There are some things even an Angel of Death has to deal with. 1944, "The Dawn".
Challenge: When It Changed
Rating: G
Word count: 100

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"Ve could use somevone like you," said the Major, seeming both unconcerned and inattentive. "If you vish to live, perhaps you vould like to join . . .?"

"No!" Walter snarled. At least, that's what he meant to do.

Instead, a high-pitched noise erupted from Walter's windpipe-strained, sickly, and entirely unthreatening.

For a moment, nothing happened. But it wasn't long.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The Major laughed. The dead soldiers laughed. Even the Captain seemed to laugh-though, of course, such things were impossible.

Walter flushed with rage and humiliation. Of all of the times in the world, why did his voice have to change now?