Scene 1

I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Four seasons all around me
And so the feeling grows

Winter fall and summer
And then my favorite, spring
So if you really love me
Come on and let me hear you sing.

"Cut, cut, OK, that's enough for today," Jeong Jeong barked.

Iroh rubbed a weathered hand over his face. "You're not actually calling this piece of shit song Four Seasons, are you?"

"Never you mind," his manager replied. "Just remember. Winter means SILVER. Spring means GREEN. And summer means GOLD. And if you FALL on your face, you get nothing. If you want to beat out Chong and the Cavedwellers for the number one hit this season, then I suggest you suck it up."

"Aw, J.J. remember the good ole days? With the White Lotus? Damn that was a kickass band…" Iroh picked up his guitar and began to lightly strum the chords to the actual Four Seasons song.

Jeong Jeong sighed. "Yeah, I know. Now all the kids want are these crap songs, Secret Tunnel and Love is in Your Heart."

"I think I need to drown my sorrows in a cup of tea. You game, J.J.?"

"You don't get paid to think! You get paid to sing. And it's not tea time, you old dragon, it's time to practice! We've got to finish this recording tomorrow!"


Scene 2

Blue hopeful eyes stared back at him. Of course, he'd already been staring at those same eyes for hours on end. Video editing was one of his lesser-known skills among his friends. He definitely didn't tell her about it.

A wide grin spread across Katara's face. "Oh Haru, you're a life saver. I just knew you'd have a video of the wedding. I really appreciated Teo's help and all. I just didn't have the heart to tell him that the video he took chopped everyone's heads off, you know?"

"Y-y-yeah, sure. Um… I hope it's there. I might've… taped over it… the Pro-Bending Championships were on last night… yeah." Haru raked a hand through his hair and scanned his apartment for the quickest escape.

Katara popped in the video and settled back on the couch with a sigh. At the first scene of her and Aang walking down the aisle, she let out a little gasp. "Oh, Haru, it's perfect."

"You're perfect," he mumbled under his breath.

It wasn't long before her giddy smile faded into a frown of confusion. "H-h-haru, all the footage is… of me?"

"I—uh, yeah."

Her confusion then gave way to realization. "B-b-but you never said anything. At the prison? And then at the Western Air Temple?"

"Katara, he's the Avatar. It's kind of a self-preservation thing?" With that statement, he fled. It was all too much. The fullness of the blue in her eyes. The emptiness he felt in his heart. "Just show yourself out," he called over his shoulder.


Scene 3

"I am DONE with women!" the swordsman shouted at no one in particular.

Except that someone did hear him. "Sir? Is there anything you need? Tea perhaps?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize—" Piandao surveyed the other man standing before him in the countryside villa. It was family-owned property although no one had been out here for years.

The man bowed. "I am Fat. The care of the estate has been entrusted to me in the owners' absence. I am here to do your bidding, sir. Whatever you need."

Piandao wasn't used to having his own personal servant. In the Capital, he taught swordfighting to all the nobles' bratty kids. This was how he got mixed up in the drama of the high court—one lady in particular. He should have seen it coming.

"How are you with a sword?" Piandao asked Fat.

"I can manage well enough," the other responded.


Scene 4

Zuko might have also considered himself done with women after the whole ordeal with Mai. It was probably better—easier—this way, to be Fire Lord and not worry with a girlfriend for the time being. At some point he would have to do something in order to put an heir on the throne, but for now, he had bigger problems to tackle. Like growing unrest in the colonies. And assassination attempts. With most of Team Avatar attending to the former issue, Zuko was grateful for the assistance the Kyoshi Warriors could provide with the latter. It was a strategic move, yes, but not one that he expected to be so advantageous.

It started out as little things—smiles, nods, kind words.

"I'm really worried about you, Zuko."

"Is there anything I can do to help… make it better?"

"I'm—we're glad to have you back, Zuko."

The Fire Lord thought something might be going on with Suki, the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors, but he'd never been good at reading such signals. Besides, he thought she was with Sokka. He knew he better ask to be sure.

"So, uhh, when you leave the Fire Nation, will you go live on Kyoshi Island or the South Pole or what?" Zuko hoped he wasn't being too forward—too obvious.

Suki laughed. "Why would I go to the South Pole? It's freezing cold there. I much prefer the warmer temperatures."

"Oh. I dunno. Because of Sokka, I guess?"

He winced as her eyes shifted sideways at the uncomfortable nature of the question. "Well, Sokka and I… we're not…"

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's OK. Um—did you… want me to leave the Fire Nation? Were you saying—"

"Oh, no, no. It's not like that. Stay as long as you like. It's uhh—definitely warm here." Zuko was starting to feel warm for sure—probably out of sheer embarrassment, though.

As if to mirror his feelings, a redness rose to Suki's face. "Yeah, I know.


Scene 5

"Sokka, you're either going to freeze or starve to death if you don't come out of your room!" Hakoda hollered through the ice wall that separated them in their South Pole igloo.

After there was no response—there never was—he continued, his voice softer this time. "I know how you feel, son. I miss Mom, too, but we have to move on with our lives. We can't dwell on the past, the pain… she wouldn't want that."

Silence.

Hakoda then switched tactics. When all else failed, he knew the way to Sokka's heart was through his stomach. "I tell you what. Let's take a walk and go get some of Aunt Ashuna's seal jerky."

He heard shuffling from behind the door and was soon face-to-face with red-rimmed eyes, a stubbly chin, and a mussed wolf tail—his spitting image. They'd both let themselves go a bit since Kya's funeral, he supposed.

"I'll come with you," Sokka said. "But that doesn't mean I want to talk."

They received lots of waves and kind words while traipsing through the village, an occupational hazard of being Chief, it would seem. Much to Hakoda's surprise, Sokka didn't seem to mind the attention too much, and perhaps his spirits were starting to lift as they settled down on a bench to eat their seal jerky in companionable silence.

Until Hakoda just couldn't stand it anymore. "Sokka, you don't have to talk about it, but I just want you to know that I'm here for you… if or whenever you do… want to talk, that is." He let out a fake cough. Kya was so much better at this sort of thing.

"Do you really want to know what's bothering me, Dad?" Sokka asked.

"Of course I do."

"Even though you won't be able to do anything to help?"

"Uhh, sure. Yes. Even if that's the case."

Sokka sighed. "OK…well… truth is—actually, I'm in love."

Hakoda did a double take. "Sorry?"

"I know I should be thinking about Mom all the time, and I am, but the truth is, I'm in love. I was before she died, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Hakoda tried to suppress his laughter. He did not envy his son's youth, not in this. "Well, I'm a little relieved. I thought it would be something worse."

Sokka cast his father an incredulous look. "Worse than the total agony of being in love?"

Well, perhaps his son was wise beyond his years. "Oh, come on now, Sokka, love isn't agony. It's wonderful. Who is she… or he?"

"It's agony if she doesn't even know my name. And even if she did, she'd despise me."

"What? Why? You're a wonderful young man. Handsome and funny and—"

"She's a princess, Dad. And everyone worships her because she's a moonspirit."

"And you're next in line to become Chief, so I don't see the problem."

Sokka pressed his hands to his eyes. "I'm so fuuuuuuuucked."


Scene 6

"Aaaaaaand cue the fuck doubles!" the movie director called off set. Everyone scrambled into position, a woman leaning against a pillar with a man slowly thrusting his hips behind her.

"Aaaaaaand cut! That'll do Ikem, Noriko. We'll place the actors now, thanks."

The pair moved over to the side, glancing back at the lavish set before turning to face each other.

"By the way, he called me Ikem, but I haven't gone by that name in a while. Everyone now calls me Noren," the man said.

"Oh, fine," the woman replied with a shy smile. "Nice to meet you, Noren. He got me right, though, I'm just Noriko."

"Hmm. Just Noriko?"

They both laughed nervously, a blush rising to their faces. It was strange how they could act out nude scenes together without so much as a shudder, but when it came to casual conversation, they were truly fucked. Of course, it was always advisable to never mix business with pleasure—especially in this business.


Scene 7

Ever since Nutha had come to work at the Earthern Fire Refinery, she had caught Lao Beifong's attention. Those electric blue eyes, her mocha skin, and a youthful smile accented by a dapple of freckles. He knew better than to mix business with pleasure, though. And besides, he was a married man, even though his relationship with Poppy had been strained for many years.

He did task Nutha with arranging everything for the upcoming Spirits' Friendship Festival parade and party. This meant that they met regularly to go over the preparations, and he looked forward to their collaboration more than he was willing to admit.

"So, we'll do it at that cabbage guy's place, right? That's the venue?" Lao asked, trying to avert Nutha's piercing gaze as she took notes.

"Yes, and you wanted guests? Like wives and family and stuff?" she confirmed.

"Yes, but warn all the women to avoid the Rough Rhinos unless they want their breasts fondled," he added with a smirk. When he saw her eyes widen, he thought maybe he'd crossed that line, so he backpedaled. "Um, yes, wives, husbands, girlfriends, boyfriends… do you happen to have one? A boyfriend, that is?"

"No," Nutha answered with one raised eyebrow. "I'm just waiting for the right person to come along… I guess."


Scene 8

Loban called his nephew into his office and gestured to a chair opposite his desk. "Satoru, you know why I called you in here, don't you?"

The young man's eyes darted around his uncle's office in the Earthern Fire Refinery. "Uhh, because I didn't meet my quota?"

"Nephew, did you know people spend their entire lives waiting for the right person to come along?"

"Um, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." Satoru furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Heh. And she's the blind one," Loban mumbled.

"Sir?"

"Satoru, how long have you worked here?"

"Two years, seven months, three days, and I suppose, what? Two hours?" he said without hesitation.

"And how long have you been in love with Toph, our metalbender extraordinaire?"

Satoru took a deep breath before answering this time. "Uhh, two years, seven months, three days, and I suppose… an hour and thirty minutes."

"Hmm." His uncle's expression was smug to say the least.

Satoru appeared frantic. "Do you think everybody knows?"

"Yes."

"Do you think Toph knows?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that is… that is bad news."

"Well, I just hoped that maybe the time had come… to do something about it." Loban folded his hands and rested his chin on them.

"Like what?" Satoru bit his lip in anticipation.

"Like invite her to a tea shop and after about 20 minutes casually drop into the conversation that you'd like to talk about more than machines and metalbending. Tell her to yank your gearshift or that you want to grease her up… something… please."

"Uncle! We're just friends!"

"But you both want it be more. So, in the spirit of the upcoming friendship festival, Make. It. More. For all our sakes."


Scene 9

"You know, Smellerbee, I'm not one of those guys who wants more from a relationship. I just want sex. Pure, carnal, no-strings-attached sex. Is that too much to ask?"

"For most women, yes, Jet. Yes, it is." Smellerbee rolled her eyes at her friend.

"I think I'm just going after the wrong women."

"Well that much is obvious." She shrugged. Whenever Jet got like this, he was hopeless. There was no use trying to talk sense into him.

Jet stroked his chin thoughtfully. "No, hear me out. Earth Kingdom women are so… down to earth, you know? They want a relationship that's grounded. I need to go somewhere where the women are more passionate… like the Fire Nation."

"Jet, listen to yourself. You don't even like the Fire Nation."

"I don't have to like them. They just have to like me. Jet, Earth King of Sex."

"Jet, you're no king. You're a lonely, grass-eating, freedom fighter. The Fire Nation girls are not going to flock to you like pathetic sparrowkeets."

"Hey, I'm hotter than that lame excuse they've got for a Fire Lord, and all the girls think he's dreamy. At least half my face isn't burned off. I'm like an Earthen Fire Lord without all the family drama!"

"You're more like Mad King Bumi!" Smellerbee exclaimed.

"You know, I bet he even gets laid more than me!" Jet whined.

Smellerbee then saw the spark in his eye and knew Jet was forming a plan. She just hoped he didn't get burned too badly.


A/N: My plan is for each "act" to run through the scenes/series of character interactions. At this point, I have no idea how I'll tie all the plots together at the end, so we'll see how it goes! Below are the character correlations to the movie, Love Actually, if anyone needs a reference/refresher.

Iroh and Jeong Jeong = Billy Mack and Joe
Aang, Katara, and Haru = Peter, Juliet, and Mark
Piandao and Fat = Jamie and Aurelia
Zuko and Suki = Prime Minister David and Natalie
Hakoda and Sokka = Daniel and Sam
Noren and Noriko = John and Judy
Lao and Nutha = Harry and Mia
Satoru and Toph = Sarah and Karl
Smellerbee and Jet = Tony and Colin