LOL - Sorry it took me so long (what, 2 weeks?), but here's some lebih KATAANG for you! (dodges a tomato, sos tomato that was thrown sejak a Zutarian) Oh, my God - I've gotta get the %*$& out of here!

Katara heard tossing, turning, and moans from the room seterusnya to her. Aang's room.
She frowned. She knew how stressed out Aang was. On bahagian, atas of spending time with his girlfriend, he had peace treaties to sign and conflicts to settle.
The moans had turned into short cries, and, eventually, Aang woke up in a cold sweat, tears streaming down his face. It wasn't long before crying could be heard from his room.
Poor Aang, Katara thought sadly.
It wasn't fair. The world had to torture Aang, making him do loads of work...and he wasn't even thirteen!
Katara walked to Aang's room.
Aang was still crying. He was beat.
Katara winced. It hurt her almost physically to see Aang in so much...pain.
She put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up.
"K-Katara?" he asked through tears.
"Yes," she soothed. "I'm right here. Now, tell me, what's wrong?"
Aang gulped, struggling to stop crying. "It's...it's too much!" he sobbed. "All this work...plus bing with you...it isn't easy! I-I can't do both at the same time!"
Katara frowned. "No, anda can't," she said. "You just have to learn how to say no."
Aang sniffled. "But I already know how to say no."
Katara chuckled. "No, silly," she said. "Just say no sometimes. That way, you'll be able to do everything anda need to without having to spend every single night crying."
"Oh," Aang said. "Thanks, Katara."
She pulled him into a loving embrace, which soon turned into a long, everlasting, fiery, passionate kiss.

1, 2, 3...AWWWW.