I've always wanted to write a Zutara...
The couple was young, and odd. Nothing like other couples around the North Pole, because normal couples held eachother close, coddled eachother and crafted gifts for eachother. This couple didn't do any of those things. Instead of walking through the icy park, hand in hand, watching as the last few rays of the sun bounced of the white wonderland, they sat back-to-back with their eyes closed, just leaning against eachother and speaking every now and then.
"As soon as I saw you, I knew you were the one for me," said a man (ignoring the snickers of the one of the teenagers sitting on the bench). He knelt down on one knee, and pulled a beautiful silver necklace out of his pocket.
"Will you marry me?"
The tall, dark haired lady gasped, and her hands flew to her mouth.
"Yes!' she squealed. "Yes! Yes, I will!"
The man stood back up, and they were lost in a romantic kiss, before walking away, holding hands happily.
"Rubbish."
The adolescent boy with messy black hair, golden eyes, and a flame shaped scar on his face, snorted, then said it again. "Absolute rubbish."
"What?" Cried the girl that was leaning against his back with her own. "Why is it rubbish? I thought it was really romantic."
"It was," Zuko said. "But the thing about 'as soon as I saw you, I knew you were the one for me'? That was rubbish."
"Why?" Katara asked.
"I don't believe in love at first sight."
"You don't?"
"No, I don't. Actually, I'm surprised you do."
"You are?"
"You're a little bit slow this evening, aren't you?" Prince Zuko said, with an upward quirk of his lips.
"Shut up. It's been a long day!"
"I suppose spending your day watching little kids splash around in puddles would make it feel long, wouldn't it?"
"Be nice! My students are getting really good! Anyway, go back to what you were saying before."
"Yes, well, I'm surprised you believe in love at first sight. When we met, I didn't love you, and you certainly didn't love me."
The water bender snorted, remembering the times when he would chase them all over the world.
"You got that right."
"And look where we are now. I certainly love you, and you certainly love me."
"Do I?"
"Yes, you do." He turned toward her for the first time, and she saw a flicker of worry behind his eyes. "Don't you?"
She snorted again, and pressed her fore head against his. "Yes. I do."
"So we're agreed then?"
"Yup."
Sorry about the bad ending.
