AN: Snooky kindly pointed out Peter's letters would more than likely be censored so I changed stuff around to include that!

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Dearest Mavis

Me and the lads are doing well, Louis is keeping us all fed

I'm pretty sure you'll be right glad to know my old china Andrew

—-. Neither Burkhalter (that old sod) or

Hoschstetter knows what happened.

Old Klink, bless him, is as clueless as ever.

I hope you and everyone else on the lane

are faring well.

Be sure to write back soon

Peter

Mavis felt the blush forming on her face from the mere mention of her brother's chum. She couldn't bloody help it! At least she could blush in peace in her kip without Annie pointing it out to the other six Newkirk siblings. Annie picked up an uncanny ability to notice even the slightest pink flush on her sister's nose. Which was why young Mavis Newkirk locked her bedroom door behind her and hid under her quilt as a precaution before reading Pete's letter. She only wondered what the bloody blazes Andrew did now, the censors were a regular irritant to Peter's letters.

Mavis tucked the letter back in its envelope and got out from under her blankets. She thought of what to write to her brother when an absolutely barmey idea came to her: why not write to Andrew too? She was certain he wouldn't mind a letter from her and Peter did mention her to his mates more than once.

Once Mavis was certain neither Annie or one of the other Newkirk siblings wouldn't barge through the locked door she went straight to her writing desk. Mavis took a deep breath and retrieved her fountain pen from its ink well. She got a precious blank page from her paper stack and began to write.

Dear Andrew

'Ello! It's Mavis, Peter has told me all about you in his letters

so I finally decided to write to you. I'm sorry to say

I've never been farther than the Tower Of London

so I don't know much about Bullfrog or South Dakota in general-

Mavis stopped, taking another deep breath. Come on Mavis. you can do it, Lass, she thought to herself. She plucked up the courage to continue the next few lines.

Andrew, if I'm going to finally get to why I wrote this letter is..

I fancy you, I really do. Everything I hear of you makes me think

you're clever and brave. I wouldn't care a lick if you had one eye and hopped

like a frog.

Cor blimey.. Mavis felt light headed after finishing the line. As soon as the feeling passed she finally continued.

I know I may sound like a lovestruck schoolgirl

but Peter does say you're twenty-two, only a year older than me

so you can't hold that over my head.

I do hope you plan to write back.

–Mavis

With that letter done, Mavis went to answer Peter's letter. She got his letter from its envelope and began to write on the back.

Dearest Peter

I'm glad you and your mates are well. Those krauts don't know anything

anyway so I'm not surprised about that at all. We're all carrying on here

in Stepney. As irritating as he is we have Lord Haw Haw playing nonstop

in case anyone we know is captured, no one yet thankfully.

You better write back, Big Brother, and stay safe

with love, Mavis

Mavis placed the letter into a fresh envelope, doing the same with Andrew's letter. Once the proper adresses were written on the backs with the appropriate stamps Mavis got up from her desk. She was headed to the door with both clutched to her chest. But before she did, Mavis peaked out of her door to make sure the coast was clear of gossip obsessed sisters. After a few minutes she was finally comfortable enough to step out of her room.

The fresh spring air greeted Mavis when she opened the front door. Despite the near constant bombing raids East London still found a way to carry on as normal. Women leaned on the railing of their porches gossiping and discussing the newest Archers episode beside massive heaps of rubble. "Afternoon Mavis, off to the post?" one woman, with faded red hair tied back with a bandanna and brown eyes greeted from her window while holding a cup of tea.

"Afternoon Mrs. Jones. Indeed I am! Me bruv Peter sent me a letter and I'm off ta send my reply." Mrs. Jones leaned out her window, squinting as she looked Mavis over. "Oh but dearie, ye 'ave two letters. 'Oo is the second letter for?" Mavis blushed a light pink and cleared her throat. "Ye promise ye won't tell Annie or her gosspin' flock of hens?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mrs. Jones crossed her heart and raised her right hand in silent promise. Mavis nodded, trusting the older woman. "Right, so Peter 'as a china named Andrew Carter. 'E's a Yank from South Dakota. 'E's a Bombardier and a regular Einstein if ole Al was 'alf Lakota and a POW." A soft smile formed on Mrs. Jones' friendly face. "It sounds like you've come to fancy 'im" she said.

Mavis swallowed nervously, "I-I 'ave.. I wrote 'im a letter to introduce meself. And tell 'im to be sure to write back. And.. I did admit to fancyin' 'im." Mrs. Jones smiled again, "rest assured, your sister won't 'ear of it from me, darlin'" she promised, getting a sigh of relief from the young woman. "Thank ye, Mrs. Jones." Mavis said gratefully, Mrs. Jones only shook her head with a light chuckle. "It's nothin' dearie." she replied.

Mavis bade farewell and continued on her way. She was grateful for the peace and quiet that came before tea time. It gave her an excuse to wonder what her overprotective brother would think of Andrew's letter. If he saw it, Mavis thought with a chuckle.

The familiar red Victorian mailbox came into view. And the light headed feeling came back as well. But this time Mavis wasn't nervous, she actually felt excited. And with a giggle, she ran the rest of the way to the post box.

"Stay away from my brother, alright?" Mavis told Andrew's letter. She then looked at Peter's letter. "And you. Distract 'im." Mavis took one last look at both of the envelopes before sliding them into the mailbox. "You both get to Stalag XIIIc safely." She said lastly, turning around and heading back to the flat for tea.