Hey there its me honeybee! Uploading something new here, a story (well actually it was a ongoing dream I had but that's another story.) Its a original story yes i know this is for fanfiction but I thought I'd post it. please don't flame its not very nice... all character belong to me :(

Birmingham England, september 16th 1939.

It was late in the afternoon when she heard her mother calling from inside the house. Sighing Ana rose from the old swing on which she had been joyously perched upon. Mother always needed her to run an errand, but that was alright the girl never really minded going out on the little excursions.

Hurrying into the manicured house she found her mother in the kitchen pulling a pie fresh form the over, the smell of blackberries wafted into her nose. Silently she waited for her mother to finish setting the pie on the counter. Ana wondered what the special occasion for mother never made Blackberry pies, only peach cobbler and apple.

"Yes Mother?" A smile sparkled on the older woman's face as she gazed down at her daughters approach.

"Ah dear we have new neighbors moving in" Interest lit up in the young woman's eyes as she pulled the hem of her sleeve idly.

"And I want you to bring this pie over to them when they arrive."

Nodding she headed back out to the garden, the flowers of late summer bloomed. A hum of contentment escaped her lips. Birmingham was always beautiful in the summer, the town always thrumming with excitement and activities before the weather turned icy.

Sitting back on her swing she waited, twirling the old ropes around and around in a lethargic movement. Ana Buam looked up at the tree whos leaves where starting to turn copper with autumn and wondered what kind of people her new neighbors were going to be. Were they nice or mean? Did they have children? Were they old? Did the family have a dog or some other pet? The bombardment of questions that fluttered around her head was starting to give her a headache. Dark blue eyes crinkled as she scrunched her freckled covered nose in distaste.

So instead of letting her mind over analyze she decided to wander the garden, picking flowers that she favored and slowly forming a bouquet that even her Father would be proud of. After an hour or so she heard the distinct sound of chattering from over the trimmed hedge. A rush of excitement. It must be the family. Giggling she trotted into the house, stopping at the hall mirror to check her appearance. With not a strand of strawberry blond hair out of place she grabbed the pie from the counter and headed out to the front yard. Peeked over the hedge she spotted the car, but not the people.

Walking over to the house Ana trotted up the steps, knocking on the door's hard oak tentatively.

She waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Guess they're not here.

The thought panged her slightly, so much for getting all excited. Sighing she turned, almost bumping into someone as she took the first step. Glancing up she found a boy.

No a young man.

She gulped.

A huge young man.

Ana blinked realizing that she had been staring. How rude of her, especially since they were soon to be neighbors. This was a bad way to start off.

But he sure is something to look at.

The thought sent her eyes looking down at the pie. The pie, that's why she had come here to begin with.

"Ah...um this is for you." She held it out quickly, looking everywhere but the boys face.

"Dimitri what are you doing?" a high lilted voice danced into the awkward silence, Ana's head shot up to see a girl with dark hair skip up the steps.

"Oh Hello!" the girl's face split into a grin, her accent lightly skipping some of the vowels of the words. "Are you our new neighbor?"

Relief swamped Ana as she composed herself, a slow smile tugging on her lips "Why yes actually, I'm from the house next door my name is Ana Buam."

The girl with green eyes grin widened even more so "It's nice to meet you my name is Victoria Baranova, this is my brother Dimitri."

They stood there, before her thought process kicked in yet again. Something must be wrong with her today because Ana seemed to be going in slow motion. "Like Wise Miss Bara- ah may I call you Victoria?"

The other laughed as if she had said something funny. "Please call me Tori."

"Oh okay well Tori this is for you, welcome to the neighborhood from one family to another." Mother would have been proud of her lady like manner; after all she was turning eighteen soon so she must start acting like an adult.

Tori's eyes glittered at the treat before nonchalantly elbowing the elder in the ribs "Can you grab the Pie Dimi? I have my hands full." She smiled innocently at her suitcases before heading inside.

He grumbled and took the pie out of Ana's hands, looking down at the smaller girl. Said girl stared up at the young man who could only be a few years older than she. His shoulders were set in ridged lines that towered over the latter; the boy must have been at least 6'2". Quickly she stepped to the other side of the steps, forcing a smile on her lips as she descended the stairs.

"Well have a good day Dimitri." She slipped out of the side gate which lead to the small alleyway between their hedges and went into her own back yard. The forced smile slipped into a slighted frown. So that was an awkward way to start an introduction.

Mother stood in the backdoor way eyebrows slightly raised. "Well?"

"huh? Oh yeah." The smile was already in place as she kissed her mother's cheek before leaning against the house. "They were nice, I didn't get to meet the parents yet but I met their son and daughter Dimitri and Victoria. They were...nice also."

Mother glanced back "Something wrong?"

Ana shook her head a little too quickly, Mother waiting patient. She knew that Mother wouldn't give up that easily. "I don't think the son likes me."

"Don't be too hasty to judge dear." She left the girl with that and headed back into the kitchen. "Clean up father will be home soon. And also can you run down to the bakery to get some rolls the ovens got the roast in."

The thought of his arrival gave Ana a new pep in her step; she nodded and pocketed the money that the older woman had set in her palm earlier. Just enough for the rolls and something extra for the girl, mother was always doing that. The smile widened at the funny little tradition they had adapted as she exited the garden and headed out into the street, taking but the quickest glances towards the new residents of the once vacant home.

Ana Buam walked idly down the lane and vanished into the evening crowd. A smile painted on her lips.