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Guest Lilly, I'm going to make two versions because I like both pairings. I also just need an OC in both stories. In the OC/Eric version, it has to be Simon's love interest.

Arigato!


D POV

My name is Dana Maria Brown the second. The second is not really part of my name, I just like to say it. I look strikingly similar to my great grandmother Dana Maria Brown ńee Woodman, my namesake. I act like her too, aside from my hothead and straightforwardness. I decided to come back to the house of my good friend, Norman Green, who was also my crush. I was living with the Green family because my Mum died from cancer, and my father is fighting alongside Mr. Green. I heard the typical yelling and rolled my eyes. Since Mr. Green went to war, there's been a lot of arguing. Mrs. Green says they're coping. I'm no fool. They're all angry or upset.

"You're on the furniture!" Norman and Megsie yelled.

"Well, aren't you just a picture perfect family?" I asked sarcastically with a smirk I had most likely gotten from my great grandfather (insert Simon or Eric).

"Hi, Dana!" Vincent said, running over to hug me.

"No need for the sarcasm, Dana," Norman added, hugging me as well.

"Finally, you're here! We could use an extra hand around here," Megsie told me and hugged me.

"Because your cousins'll be here? They better help around here or they'll have me to set them straight."

"You have such a hothead, Dana,"Norman sighed.

"That's whole point, Norman."

"As Dana said earlier, the cousins will be here tomorrow. We need everything clean. And instead, you're all fighting, fighting, fighting, When I want to see sharing, sharing, sharing. Imagine how sad you'd be if you had to be taken away from your home because of bombs dropping all over the place." She put on her coat with difficulty, causing Vincent to laugh.

"We're not sharing the jam with them," Vincent stubbornly replied.

"What?"

"We're not sharing Dad's jam with the cousins."

"Oh, of course not, darling. That's for Dad when he gets home. I'm talking about your room and toys."

"Why won't he reply to my letter?"

"We're not talking about Dad right now, darling. "

"But why wont he reply? His last letter came years ago," Vincent responded absentmindedly, approaching the letters.

"Oh, darling." She walked over to him, taking the letters down from the mantle and sat down with Vincent on her lap. "Three months. That's all. He's fighting in a war. He might have a hard time sending post."

"Yeah, Vincent. I got a letter from Dad that he wrote three months ago. He added that there was no post when he wrote the letter."

"Now I've got to run, but you've got to clean up the farm for the cousins."

"What are the cousins like?" I asked.

"They're city children so I presume they're well behaved. Goodbye now!"

"Goodbye, Mum!"

"Goodbye, Mrs. Green!"

"Okay, Megsie, you'll check the barley and feed the hens. Vincent, you'll freshen up the pigs and scoop up the dung. Dana, you'll help me with the tractor.