Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: Day 5 of Zutara week: awkward. Not the best one that I have for this. I also feel like nothing can live up to yesterday.
The children looked across the table at their Aunt Azula who looked like she was trying to get comfortable and failing. They knew of their Aunt Azula but this was the first day they had ever met her; Dad would go visit her and sometimes Mom would go too but they always stayed home.
They had no idea how to act around her. With Aunt Suki they knew not to misbehave because she knew all the punishments Mom gave. With Auntie Toph they knew they could get away with anything and she usually had sweets for them. They liked both their aunts but for different reasons.
Aunt Azula didn't have sweets and she didn't bring any cousins for them to play with like Aunt Suki did.
"You ask her," the oldest whispered to his brother.
"No, you ask her! You're older!" The younger tried to keep his voice down as he voiced his displeasure.
"You wanted to know!"
"Do you have something you want to share with the rest of us? If so you should just ask," Zuko told his sons.
"Are you really Dad's sister?" The elder asked.
Azula's eyes went wide at the question. "I am," she replied.
"Then why don't you visit us all the time like Uncle Sokka and Aunt Suki?" Marukku, the younger, questioned.
"Its easier for your mother and me to go visit Azula where she lives rather than have her come visit us," Zuko stepped in for his sister.
"Where do you live?"
"A special place. Not for you to know," Azula answered. Zuko coughed and looked at his sister. "What? Have you told them?"
"No but, uh, is there a better way to phrase that?"
"I can't really think of one unless you want to say the truth."
"You're the one who's good at lying!"
"I haven't done it in awhile! I've been trying to tell the truth more often, in case you haven't been paying attention!"
"Aunt Azula you really are Dad's sister," Irzan, the elder prince said.
" Yeah, you two are fighting like Mom and Uncle Sokka do sometimes!" Marukku added.
"Boys!" Katara tried to sound stern while holding back laughter. Zuko turned to look at his wife, his stare indicating she should say more. "Well you two are fighting like Sokka and I do sometimes," she said before kissing his cheek. "Besides its nice to see you two fighting like this."
"How else would they fight?" The younger prince asked.
All three adults looked at each other and came to the silent agreement of 'these kids are too young to know about that yet.' Then came the battle of 'no you come up with an excuse' eye movements. Azula dropped out of that rather quickly, she had no idea how to rephrase the past for younger ears and would just let the parents do that.
Finally Katara won. "See Aunt Azula and I…we, well, we threw," Zuko looked around the room for anything that could help him. "Food. We threw food at each other. All the time. Yeah, that was how we fought. As kids." The servants and guards in the room looked like they were trying very hard not to laugh at their fumbling Fire Lord.
"Didn't Grandpa Iroh tell you to stop?" The younger child asked.
Azula glanced at her brother for guidance. "Sure he did," she began. "But how often do you listen to your dad when he tells you to stop?"
Both boys squirmed under the scrutiny of the three adults. "Yeah but we stop!" Irzan said with a huff as he folded his arms across his chest.
"He really is your son Zuzu."
"Zuzu?" Both boys chorused.
"It's what Aunt Azula called me when we were kids and still calls me sometimes."
"I thought it was a name Mom yelled sometimes," Marukku said innocently.
"What?" Katara almost screamed.
"The last time we were on Ember Island I couldn't sleep one night so I went to go find you. I heard you scream that and Dad scream your name." Both parents blushed at what their youngest admitted.
"I think this is the best family dinner we've ever had Zuko," Azula commented as she took a bite of her food. Zuko, silently, had to admit that his sister was right.