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Feliks was not happy. He had only been in this new country for a few weeks and his mother was already getting married. "I'm sure you'll love Władysław, Feliks," she told him as she cleaned the apartment for the millionth time, even though Feliks knew it would never be clean, "and, like, he has a son your age." Feliks didn't care. He did not want to meet these people, he didn't want anyone marrying his mother. "Władysław says he doesn't speak very good Polish yet, though, okay? So go easy on him." "But, what if he's like, totally mean and stuff?" Feliks pouted. "I've met him, he's adorable." Feliks didn't see how tha

Alfred actually liked Mr. Wang's. Mr. Wang himself was pretty cool, he was Chinese, with his hair tied into a ponytail, which Alfred thought was silly on a boy at first, but he was nice. Mr. Wang, or Yao as he asked them to call him, said he was 4000 years old, which Alfred found hilarious. Yao had two sons, Gabriel and Leon. Gabriel wasn't there very often, because he went to Harvard and worked part time at this Chinese pottery shop. Since the home was near Chinatown, he came to visit sometimes. Leon was in high school, and he didn't work, he drew pictures up in his bedroom a lot. They were both pretty nice, but kind of quiet. There was th

Matthew's new daddy was crazy. He heard voices and forgot things. One day he forgot he had already put on socks and put on another pair over them. He talked to his voices all the time and pet animals that weren't there. He wasn't allowed in the kitchen anymore because he had stopped being able to cook. He had never been a good cook, but at least the food was recognizable. It had now gotten to the point where all he seemed able to produce was a weird colored thing Matthew couldn't tell if was liquid or solid that his new daddy claimed was stew. He wasn't crazy all the time. Sometimes he would sit down in his office with a big set of colored p

No Place In the World A Lieutenant Fanfic Prologue --- Panting, the fifteen year old took the the hand of his rescuer, a hooded figure not much taller than him. "All right?" the stranger asked, helping him up. "Yeah," the boy replied, adjusting his shoulder, "Thanks. The triad nearly had me there." "Nonbender?" The stranger asked casually. "That obvious?" the boy laughed, "you, too?" The stranger, he was definitely older, nodded, "you're a good fighter," he remarked coolly. "Yeah," the boy said sarcastically, "it was a good thing I was here to rescue you." He chuckled at his own humor, looking at the man. He couldn't see his face, b

"See?" the Roman Empire said, "and this is-a Germany. He-a lives in your old-a house-a. I-a met him, he's-a my fan. Isn't that cool?" Holy Rome stared at all the pictures. "How is he?" "Like, where? In bed?!" "No!" He shouted. "War!" "Oh. He-a lost-a both-a the world ones." "Oh." "Hey, it's-a fine, no?" The little blond boy smiled up at him. Roman Empire smiled back, "Oh! I-a almost-a forgot-a! These-a are my grandsons, Venenziano and-a Romano." Holy Rome stared at them. A smiling auburn haired boy was practically jumping on a grumpy dark haired one. "Aren't they-a so-a cute-a?" "Yeah," Holy Rome said, with the boys giving him a st

Mako set two bowls of ice cream on the table. "Thanks," Jinora said, still reading. After a few minutes of what was, for Mako, awkward silence, he decided to get a conversation going. "What are you reading?" "It's a romance novel." "What's it about?" She closed the book, "oh, it's part of a trilogy about these two sisters, a waterbender and a firebender, and their parents die and the girls discover that they grew up halfway across the world. Then they go on a quest to discover their parents' romance." "What happens?" "Well, they find out all about how they fell in love and they start to fall in love, too. It's so romantic. The firebend

Something, something, something, Mako ran his hands through his hair, "what would he want?" The only thing he could think of is Asami's hair. Which would be creepy. "Well, I could..." he thought out loud, "no." "You're talking to yourself!" Ikki piped in from behind him. "Yes, Ikki," Mako turned to face her, "yes I am." "You're weird." "Can you go wait with Jinora?" "Okay!" She skipped off. Mako opened the door to the bathroom, where Meelo was standing in wet underwear. "What took you so long?" "I was trying to think of something you'd want," Mako replied. "Did you?" Meelo demanded. "What do you want?" "I want to join Team Avatar!"

"Jinora loves Mako and I love Asami!" Meelo shouted out soon after Mako had left. "Mako said stop!" Ikki shouted, flinging part of her tart at him. "Food fight!" Meelo shouted, throwing his entire tart at his older sister. "Eek!" Ikki yelled, picking up some of her tart with her bare hands and glomping it onto her brother's bald head. And, with that, they proceeded to bombard each other with Mako and Jinora's tarts, then all the extra tart. "Race you to the kitchen!" Ikki put her hands out like wings and ran into the kitchen, her little brother at her heels. When they reached the kitchen, they began their fight anew, launching whatever f

Mako knocked on the door of Jinora's room. "Go away Ikki!" "It's me." Silence. Mako looked around. Well. Now what? Crimity, Ikki, why did you have to say that? We were fine, I was doing fine and now have to try and work this out. He shuffled his feet. "I brought your book." "Come in," Jinora said quietly. He opened the door and walked in, Jinora was sitting on her bed, staring at her feet. She had been crying and there was a crumpled paper in her hand and another on the floor, which she kicked under her bead. Mako bet himself he could guess what that was. "It goes over there," she said, pointing to a large bookcase, "just on top there.