(Background: Two years after the Irish Civil War. Free State won, guessin' she still woulda been iRA so she was a looser. Maybe they're living together cuz my Annie married just doesn't seem normal :)

((Nah, Annie doesn't strike me as the marryin' type. XD))

Anna muttered to herself as she looked through the papers.

"Fuck." she exclaimed, tossing it aside. "Nothing. Make it look like he never existed."

"Problem?" called Liam from his writing office.

She sighed.

"No." she called back, running her fingers through her hair. "Just the damn Brits again."

(Careful, the Irish and brits sort of coeagsted for awhilehttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_Free_State That help?)

"What they do?"

((Annie holds a grudge.))

"Exist." she called back. "Go back to work, I'm fine."

"I know, hun," he said coming out and puting an round her.

She grumbled.

"Let go, get back to work." she said. "You have a deadline."

"I'm done," he beamed. "You just forget stinky old England, Annie."

"It's done?!" she asked. "Well come on, show it to me."

He set peice of typewriter paper in her lap. He leaned his head on her shoulder. "I know you loved The Army.." he cooed. "It was place."

She gave him a half-smile and looked down at him.

"Nah, I just loved stealin'." she said. "Army let me do it and I got paid."

She laughed and read over his article.

"Freestaters are probily going to cut that out," he sighed.

She kissed his head.

"Aw, cheer up." she said. "They can't just keep cutting your pieces."

"Goverment censership, crouse they can." He smiled though.

She sighed.

"Well, I think it's good." she said. "And I'm not just sayin' that to get on your good side."

He kissed her hard. 'Already are, babe."

She smirked and handed it back to him.

"Got a letter from my mum today." she said. "She wants me to go back to America."

"mm.." he said. "What mean for us?"

She shrugged.

"I don't know." she said. "I mean... I haven't been since the war started. Plus I'm not exactly eighteen anymore."

She chuckled.

"They wouldn't even recognize me."

"I like it here, and i doubt mama and papa would like me, eh?"

She laughed.

"Mom would love you." she said. "My dad? Not so much. Besides, I really like it here too. It's just... I feel like I should go back, you know? Just for, like, a visit or somethin'."

"Long as I get to come."

"We live in the country, pal." she said. "Nothing but cows and tumbleweeds, far as the eye can see."

"Sounds like good place to write. Your dad isn't gonna gimmie the 'you marry thegirl's bed you take speech', is he?" he asked half laugh half serouis.

"Well he'd better not." he said. "Or he'd be the pot calling the kettle black."

"Sorry there?"

She laughed.

"Let's just say I take a lot after my mother."

"Like her alredy. Say, what have you told them bout me?"

"Not much." she said. "I told them I had a nice hobo living with me."

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