Disclaimer: I do not own! (but I guess you people already knew that, huh?)

Warning: Slash. Boyxboy. Yaoi. Yes, people. This IS a SoZu fic. So if you people are against that, leave.

Note: This is an AU story (alternate universe). Meaning the things in the show never happened. There is no war. There never was. Ozai is still mean and all, but he's a way better guy than in the show. Azula too. And Zuko's not his usual grumpy self that we saw in the first season.

Also note that in this story, Sokka's the Prince of the Southern Water Tribe, which is a very successful tribe (resembles the Northern Water Tribe). So yeah.

Oh! And I don't know what's the name of Sokka and Katara's father, so just bear with me. And Liang is owned by me.

Sometimes you have to stand up high,
And close your eyes,
Savoring your dream,
That was lost in the wind.
--Lost in the Wind
--SVA (yes, this IS by me)

"NO! I will not!"

A teenage boy with a short pony-tail declared loudly as he stamped his foot in a rather childish way.

"Sokka,--" Began a middle aged man, sitting in a kneeling position on a high platform overlooking the throne room. The man was dressed in traditional blue fur coat that was decorated with claws. Beside him sat a woman, she too dressed in traditional blue fur coat. Her long hair was braided into two separate strands, and then pinned up in a loop.

The teenage boy stomped his foot yet again. "You can't make me!"

This time, the man's patience ended and he stood swiftly. "Sokka, you know how much this treaty means to both our tribes! You will honor it!"

"If this so-called 'treaty' is important to both our tribes, then why doesn't the Northern Water Tribe find someone to marry off?" Sokka snapped, obviously not caring.

The man sighed. "We have been over this many times, Sokka. The Southern Water Tribe is closer to the Fire Nation then the Northern Water Tribe. If the Fire Nation ever decided to attack, we would be the closer target; and visa versa.—"

Sokka let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. "But—"

"Listen to your father, nephew." The woman spoke up, looking down strictly at him. "This treaty is vital, especially with the rumors of what is going on in the Fire Nation. The Earth Kingdom has already made a treaty and so have the Air Nomads."

"But Aunt Liang! Why can't the Earth Kingdom or Air Nomads—"

"Because the Earth Kingdom and Air Nomads have vital trade ports to bargain with. The Water Tribes do not. Now shape up young man! I did not raise you to act like a spoiled brat! You're fiancée is on his way already and will be here in two days. So get your act together!" The woman snapped, her eyes hardening. "Now go and start practicing your manners!"

Sokka shot her a glare before glancing at his father, only to receive a gesture for him to leave. Snarling, he spun around and marched out of the throne room.

Liang huffed as she watched him go before standing. "I pray that the bride-to-be is a strong spirited one." She huffed again. "For against that hard-headed boy, he will need it."

The man sighed as he nodded in agreement. "Why can things never go easily?" He muttered quietly to himself, but Liang heard.

Turning to the man, her eyes softened. "Do not worry, Hakoda. I will make sure the boy will be courteous."

Hakoda nodded quietly again, though still looked unsure. "Just don't go too hard on him, Liang."

Liang scoffed. "When have I ever gone easy on anyone?" She smiled then at the laughter from Hakoda.

Sokka glared at the floor as he stomped down the wide hallway. It's not fair! He thought to himself angrily. Why do I have to marry that Fire Nation brat? I bet it's just some plot to make me miserable!

Growling, he turned a corner and stopped abruptly in order to avoid running into two girls. One of them had her hair braided and two strands pinned up in a loop, while the other had most of her white hair pinned up while the rest was braided into two separate braids. Neither of the two were wearing their coats, but then again, he wasn't wearing his either.

"Hey Sokka!" Both greeted. "Where have you been?"

"Hey Yue, Katara." He muttered, then sighed. "I've been talking to father and Aunt Liang."

"Oh…" Katara said. "When will your fiancée arrive?"

Sokka frowned. "In two days."

"Don't worry, I'm sure he won't be so bad." Yue offered, but it did not help.

"I'm going to my room. See you both later." Sokka answered dejectedly as he passed them.

Katara made to go after him, but was stopped by Yue. "Don't. Let him be. He'll get used to it."

"I know." Katara replied, then sighed. "I just hope his fiancée isn't a total jerk like that Hahn guy was."

Yue laughed. "Hahn was an idiot. I'm just glad Liang saw and tipped father off."

Katara nodded. "Yeah. Uncle Arnook wasn't happy with him either…" She snickered. "Although I do feel bad for Hahn…him getting a lifetime job as a stable boy in punishment…" Both laughed at that.

Yue smiled. "Want to go outside for a little fun?"

Katara grinned. "You bet. Did you bring the flour?"

Yue shook her head. "But I know where we can get some! The boys won't know what hit them!" And they both took off, giggling at their plans.

Meanwhile, Sokka was lying on his king-sized bed, sulking. "It's not fair!" He murmured to himself as he grabbed a pillow and just threw it without looking.

"Oomph!"

Sokka jumped and sat up, looking wildly around, before catching sight of his tattooed friend in the doorway, holding the pillow in confusion.

"Oh. It's you." Sokka grumbled as he plopped back down onto the bed. "What do you want, Aang?"

Aang looked up from the pillow and grinned. "Just came to visit a friend." He replied happily, before cocking his head. "What's wrong?"

Sokka shot him a glare. "Oh nothing! Just the fact that I'm being forced to marry some complete stranger!"

Aang rolled his eyes as he walked over and sat down on the bed. "It won't be so bad, Sokka—"

"So bad! So bad!" Sokka screeched, covering his head with a pillow. "That's all everybody says! But how do they know? How do you know! You haven't been forced into some arranged marriage!"

Aang sighed. "You're right. I don't know. But what I do know, is that being the Avatar, I get to meet a lot of people, including your fiancée. And I don't think he's that bad. Once you get to know him, he's actually pretty nice—"

"So he's a goody-goody two shoes, now? Probably it's all just an act…" Sokka growled, rolling onto his stomach.

Aang shook his head. "Would you just listen—"

"Excuse me."

Both looked up at the servant standing in the doorway.

"It's time for the Prince's lessons." The servant continued apologetically.

Sokka groaned and rolled off the bed before following the servant.

Aang sighed. "We'll talk later, Sokka!" He called after his friend, then shook his head at the groan.

"Urgh. This is so not fair…"

A teenage boy with brilliant golden eyes muttered as he sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at the wardrobe in front of him. He was wearing a simple white shirt and simple plain black pants, and had his long hair pulled back into a pony-tail. Sighing again, he was interrupted in his train of thought and self-pity by a knock on the door. Fearing it was his uncle coming to check on him, he sprang to his feet and quickly jerked open the wardrobe door, calling for the person to come in as he pretended to be looking through his clothes.

"Relax, Zuzu." A sharp, feminine voice echoed in the small room, as the person stepped inside and closed the door. "You're not dressed yet."

Zuko relaxed at the voice for once. "Hey Azula." He remarked, not bothering to fight with his sister about the nickname. "What do you want?"

Azula smirked at him before walking over and sitting on the bed. "Uncle told me to check up on you." She paused. "Frankly, I'm surprised Zuzu. I would've jumped overboard a long time ago."

Zuko turned around and rolled his eyes. "Azula, you know I can't do that. This is a very important treaty—"

"—And you must honor it, blah blah blah." Azula finished for him. "But you don't even know this 'Sokka'! How do you know he won't be a complete jerk!"

Zuko shrugged. "I don't. And if he is, I'll teach him a thing or two."

Azula scoffed at that before hopping down from the bed and smirking as she folded her arms. "Just remember all I've told you and he won't know what hit him."

Zuko rolled his eyes at that. "You mean all those practical jokes? You know I can't use those on him!"

Azula grinned. "Why not? If he's a jerk—"

"If he's a jerk, I'll deal with it my way."

"You mean try to lecture him about honor and all that? You know Waterbenders don't know a thing about honor!"

Zuko frowned. "Azula! They probably just have a different code of honor than we do!"

Azula scoffed. "Oh yeah. A code of honor that involves eating seal jerky." She grinned and made a gagging noise, causing both siblings to burst out laughing.

Just then, the door opened and both looked up, their laughter dying at the sight of their uncle.

Iroh sighed as he glanced at his niece and nephew. "Zuko, you're not dressed."

"I was just going to." Zuko answered quietly.

Iroh nodded. "Well make sure to hurry. We'll be there in barely two days and I want to make sure the clothes fit you."

Zuko nodded. "Fine."

Iroh sighed. "Azula, quit bothering your brother and come have some tea—"

"I hate tea!" Azula snapped. "Why must you always insist on me drinking that horrible thing?"

"Azula, do not use that tone with me—"

"I will use it when I want to!" Azula shot back as she walked past their uncle. Iroh sighed and shut the door beside them, leaving Zuko on his own.

Zuko shook his head slightly as he listened to the two argue, before reaching for the nearest cloth. This is going to be the longest few days I have ever seen…He thought to himself.

Yes. I am guilty as charged. The characters are OOC. (is handcuffed and thrown in jail)

But it's not my fault!

Every story has at least a minor OOC and frankly mine does too. Why? Well, since there's no war, none of the things in the show happened, so Zuko is still the happy person in his flashbacks (mainly those in Zuko Alone).

So…yeah.

SVA