Continued from "The Fire Nation Tries Anarcho-Capitalism" and "Zuko Violates The NAP." As requested by nategoat

"Are you with me, Aang?" Katara prompted. Zuko's coronation had erupted into chaos, but Katara was sure that she'd be able to get everyone back in line as only a communist dictator knew how.

"I don't think that full communism is the answer either!" Aang protested. "We need something more moderate — more balanced. Balance! It's what I was supposed to bring to the world! Please don't do this, Katara."

"You centrist pussy," Katara muttered under her breath. She seized the microphone, much like the workers of the world would soon seize the means of production.

"Forget everything your 'Fire Lord' has just said," she spoke. The crowd quickly fell quiet. "He has abandoned you to the whim of corrupt, greedy corporations that would sooner let you dine on the bones of your fallen comrades than throw you a scrap of food from their bountiful stashes of hoarded wealth. It is I who won the Agni Kai that was fought to determine you next leader, and in turn, you will flourish under my rule."

No one clapped; they all just went back to chattering amongst themselves.

"Dammit, not this again," she grumbled. Katara wasn't sure if it was the racism, the sexism, or if they really hated taxes that much. Louder, she continued, "Guys… you realize that there aren't any taxes under communism either. In fact, we won't have money at all. You will exchange food stamps for bread, and after that, we will all starve."

"We like the other guy more!" shouted a fool from the crowd.

"Guards! Throw that man in the gulag," Katara commanded. Indeed, the guards swarmed upon the unfortunate dissenter, dragging him off kicking and screaming. Aang looked on in horror, his hopes for a peaceful future of equality and love falling away because all his friends were extremists who didn't understand that centrists were politically ascended.

"Anyone else want to speak out against my glorious regime?" she offered, scouring the silent crowd. "That's what I thought. Now, I have some laws I'd like to implement. First of all, I enjoy the whole red color scheme we've got going on here, so let's keep that up. Secondly, the Fire Nation shall henceforth be known as the Fwere ('f-WE-er') Nation. Third, we must all address each other as 'comrade.' Fourth, I am banning everything that Prince Zuko un-banned…"

As she spoke, banners of Supreme Leader Katara unfurled all around the courtyard. Aang broke down into tears. The war had ended, but at what cost? The Fwere Nation had been liberated for a few brief moments, only for another totalitarian dictator to immediately take the reins.

She stepped away from the microphone to address her personal security force. "Guards, all threats to my rule must be… disposed of," she said. "Take this icepick. I want you to eliminate Zuko. I don't care if you have to follow him all the way to Mexico… wherever that is… I want him out of my way for good."

"I don't think Zuko has any real interest in being in power," Aang frantically tried to dissuade her. He tugged on her arm to get her attention, but she paid him no heed.

"The bourgeoisie cannot be allowed to exist in my world. We will bring back the guillotine, and feast upon the rich. You're either with us or against us, Aang, and believe me, you don't want to be against us. Fwere Nation gulags were very flimsy, escapable entities before, but that will all change now that I am in charge."

Aang gulped, and she stared into his soul. No one had ever said anything about what he was supposed to do after the war…

"All… all right, Comrade Katara," he said, and took her hand. "I'm with you."