AN: Yes, yet another story. But I've been re-watching Avatar lately and well I couldn't resist.

Warnings: War violence, some AU, Self-insert OC, if there is any romance it won't show up until the last book.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Water, Earth, Fire, Air.

This world is split into four colonies, each holding their own type of bender that can control one element. The gift that they were given was never explained how it came to be, nor did it seem to care who was given it which led to many losses in our little world. It just always seemed to be.

In this world, controlling water, creating earthquakes, lighting a torch with a simple flick of your fingers and manipulating wind is a normal thing. There are very few people in this world who don't know some type of defense, bender or not. Sadly it has been over a hundred years since the people have been able to rest peacefully and not have to worry about the Fire Nation attacking their village.

I never thought myself as anyone extraordinary, in fact on many occasions I was lazy and tended to make it my goal to stay away from any unnecessary trouble. Unfortunately there was no way I could avoid it forever, not when I was related to them.

My name is Hania of the Southern Water Tribe, the lazy guy who was somehow talked into helping saving the world.

The thing about being conscious during your birth is that, well it sucks. There's strange women murmuring to each other as they poke and prod you, freezing cold wind and the pure confusion as you try to make sense of what is going on around you.

If I had been less level-headed then I was I would be struggling and asking the giants what the hell was going on, but I learned that listening and observing was smarter then freaking out.

I could remember drowning, watching as the rippling light above me got further and further away as my limbs finally gave up and the reluctant acceptance that washed over me as I finally lost consciousness.

I knew I had died, came to terms with it in fact. So tell me, why am I in this situation?

"It's a boy Muna." A soft, feminine voice spoke gently.

I nearly balked at that, my body freezing as I stared up at the woman with wide eyes. Did she just say I was a boy? I may not be a gorgeous female with obvious feminine traits but I was most definitely a girl.

This situation seemed vaguely familiar though, honestly it was very similar to the many fan fictions that I read, you know the whole dying and being reborn in some odd universe situation that wasn't supposed to be real.

But if this really was rebirth, why was I the one being reborn? Or better yet, why could I still remember my past life? I wasn't a hero, I didn't achieve any amazing feat or save a cat from a tree in a dramatic example of courage. In fact I was just a laid-back Manga artist with too much time on her hands with a mind that was far too perverted.

I was easily handed forward into another pair of arms that wrapped around me and pulled me to a warm body. I mentally sighed as I felt the heat radiate off of the stranger, though the people had wrapped me up in a fuzzy blanket the chilly wind still affected me, and looked up at the woman above me.

"Hello little Hania."

I really hoped it was because I was just born and my eyes had to adjust since I really didn't want to have glasses again, the point is though I couldn't tell what the woman looked like. All I could see was dark blob with the slightest hint of blue that I assumed was her eyes.

I stared up silently at what I supposed was my new…mother trying to come to terms with what had just happened and she merely chuckled. "He's already just like his father, the silent thoughtful type."

Suddenly she made a pained noise, and I felt her curl in on herself. I didn't need to be a doctor to know that something was wrong.

"Muna?! Quick Kya take the baby from her before she drops him. "

"Yes Kanna." I was taken from her arms quickly and the sounds of hurried footsteps and panicked voices filled the small room.

"She's bleeding bad Kanna." A woman spoke voice hurried. "I don't think we'll be able to stop it, not without a healer!"

"We have to do the best we can!" The older sounding woman replied firmly. "I'm not going to lose my daughter."

Through all the mayhem and sounds of running feet I could feel Kya, who was holding me, start to walk forward bringing me close to her chest as she stepped out of the room.

A blinding light made me squint my eyes as they ached from being in the darker room for such a long time, I could see a blue sky above me which was curious since the temperature was making my nose turn numb.

Distinctly I could hear the words 'too much blood' and 'loosing her' coming from behind us but it started to grow more muted as I was carried further and further away.

"It's okay little warrior." Kya murmured softly as I felt the soft blanket be wrapped tightly around me. "Muna is strong, I'm positive she'll fight through this."

Life is cruel and doesn't think twice before snuffing out someones life.

The thing about being a baby, in a freeing place that I had the pleasure of being born in, is that being able to do nothing really made life very boring. I spent most of the time in a crib surrounded by fuzzy blankets while staring up at the ceiling nearly dying of boredom.

I had reluctantly accepted the situation I was in, though honestly I was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I was a male. I didn't feel any different, so sometimes I would forget, but there were times that I would just muse over the fact for hours wondering why I had changed genders.

Maybe it was just by coincidence? Maybe I was put into a body that I matched up with the most and it just so happened to be male? Honestly it wasn't a huge deal, despite the obvious, being a boy wasn't that different then being a female.

I did wish though, that I had learned more about male puberty. Since I only had the slightest idea of what they went through.

There was a second baby who slept in the crib next to mine, I couldn't see him but I did know that he was Kya's son and was a few months older then I was. The funniest thing was, that his name just so happened to be Sokka, you know from that one show with the bending and such.

I had watched Avatar the Last Airbender when I was younger, and enjoyed it immensely, but it wasn't real so the probability that I ended up in it was very low.

Maybe Kya liked the show as well? Sokka was a pretty funny character so maybe she liked him so much to name her son after him?

As the weeks passed and I eventually gained enough control over my body to roll over and sit up, I took to observing my surroundings and trying to figure out where the heck I had ended up. We lived in an rather large igloo surprisingly, which made me think that maybe this was some native tribe in Alaska or something who still stuck to the old ways. The igloo was covered in animal furs that I couldn't recognize and there was even a little fire pit dug out in the middle that Kya would use to cook dinner or warm up the igloo.

I tried my best to act like a normal baby, and even made sure to spend time trying to learn to walk instead of just jumping on my feet like I wanted. I wasn't keen to show off, or gain any unwanted attention. At around eight months I was running around, which was the age my past sister had been doing the same thing, but that was only because I couldn't stand sitting around any longer.

Sokka helped me a little bit when it came to deciding when to show I could do certain things, he was a few months older but seemed to be a relatively normal baby when it came to learning. Compared to him I was a quiet, since he babbled all the time and tended to do odd things that made me want to face palm.

Like pick up a weapon and put it in his mouth, which made Kya panic a little.

Or when we were both one years old and he tried to wield said weapon and only succeeded to face-plant in the snow.

It was safe to say he was my source of amusement.

He had a father that seemed to be the leader of our little village, the first time I had seen him I had to double take because was a copy of Hakoda from Avatar. At first I had stared at him oddly as he picked me up and commented about how I looked just like his sister with a sad glint in his eyes. Then I finally realized just where I was.

It wasn't a coincidence that my cousins name was Sokka who just happened to have a father named Hakoda who was the leader of a small village in what seemed like the antarctic.

I was in Avatar the Last Airbender, cousin of Sokka and soon-to-be Katara, as a boy.

Well I suppose it could have been worse, though it could have been a lot easier too. This world that I had been born in was in a war that had lasted a hundred years. People could control the elements and destroy villages with just a mere flick of their hands. In fact the Fire-Benders had committed genocide on the whole Air nomad civilization and had nearly done the same thing to the small village I lived in.

This world, despite the humor that was used to cover it, was dangerous and I would need to learn to fight if I wanted to survive. I wouldn't rely on the small chance that I might be a bender, I needed to wait until i was old enough to talk to Hakoda and try to talk him into teaching me to wield a weapon.

At around age one was when Sokka finally started speaking comprehensible words and trying to speak sentences which I eagerly copied, though he had yet to speak a whole sentence without making a mistake I was delighted to finally be able to speak again. Kya and Hakoda were as well, both cheering happily as they cooed over how cute we were.

Hakoda, despite having the responsibility of the tribe leader, was around a lot but as time passed he went off more and more. I assumed it was because the Fire-Benders were causing trouble again, but he wasn't gone very long and always made sure to help Kya out as much as possible to make up for the time he was gone. I respected him more for trying so hard.

I could see the obvious separation when it came to females and males as time passed, when Kya's friends would stop by they would laugh while talking about the best ingredients for a soup or complain how their husbands were ruining their clothes. They didn't seem to bothered that they were the ones who cooked or sewed clothes more then the males did, which meant it was a common thing for the females here.

I couldn't help but cringe at the thought and actually thank whoever put me here that they had thought to put me in a male's body. I wouldn't be able to stand being forced to do stuff like that, despite being anti-social I was, what people called, 'independent'. So if I had married and then was given my husbands clothes to sew when he was off at war I would have pulled a Mulan and gone out to fight.

Eventually we were allowed to roam outside the igloo under Kya's watchful eye, which gave Sokka and I a good opportunity to explore our little village.

And boy was it was little. There were about a dozen igloos, each with at most three people residing in them. A large wall of snow, most likely made by the Water Benders when they were still alive, surrounding us gave us a small amount of protection, but I could tell it wouldn't be enough to keep any enemies away.

The villagers smiled as we walked around, waving in greeting when we passed. I wasn't used to so many people being so happy to see me, Sokka didn't seem to notice at all as he gazed in awe at our surroundings.

We weren't allowed very often to go outside before since we were so little and our bodies were so easily chilled. Now though, after making us each a blue parka lined with white fur and darker pants the cold was barely even noticeable. Sokka was more immune to the cold then I was though, going as far as to have a 'warriors wolf tail' which I thought was completely nuts. I stuck to just keeping my hair in a small ponytail while not shaving both sides like a mad-man.

He and I were as close as children could be when they grew up with each other, Kya had all but adopted me since Muna died being kind enough to raise both me and her son while never showing more affection for her actual child. I appreciated it, though even if she had been more loving to him I really wouldn't have been affected.

Sokka was certainly more active then I was, even going as far as to start patrolling the village like he had seen the other warriors doing.

It was rather adorable to see him trying to act all manly and tough at such a young age, but with Hokoda gone so often Sokka decided it was up to him to defend the tribe. I wasn't as vocal about it, but I made sure to accompany him on his patrols even if it meant waking up at ridiculous times.

At age three Sokka and I were steady enough on our feet that Kya didn't feel the need to watch over us as much, which meant Sokka was getting into more trouble then I could keep track of.

"Take this stupid Fire Bender!" He screamed and I watched as he charged at the snowdrift, stick wielded dangerously in his hands. "Raaahhh!"

I merely stared as he hit his target, wincing when the snow tumbled down like a mini-avalanche and covered his body. The poor guy was hated by the universe before he even knew how to fight.

I walked forward to the lump of snow and bent down. "That was the third time you did that." I commented and raised a hand to start digging him out. "Do you like nearly freezing under all that snow?"

He sat up, the snow falling off his body. "I'm practicing being a warrior like dad!"

I cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe you should wait until he comes back to ask him to learn to fight, you'll freeze your nose off if you keep this up."

Hakoda wasn't usually gone for long, but recently he had been going off to the sea with the rest of his crew more and more often. I was smart enough to realize that soon Sokka and I would be given the task to watch over the village when he finally set off like he did in the canon. A part of me was slightly wary, since the Fire Nation could appear to see if we had any Water-Benders hidden in our village at any time.

His eyes widened and he covered his nose. "That can't happen, can it?"

I shrugged. "Who knows."

I inwardly snickered as he started to panic, young Sokka was a little too much fun to tease.

"Sokka, Hania time to come in, dinner is ready."

We both turned at the sound of Kya's voice, Sokka forgetting about his nose falling off in favor of racing toward his mother who only smiled at his actions. I followed at a slower pace, despite being the same age psychically, mentally I was still older and wasn't keen to running off everywhere.

We went inside our igloo and sat around the pot that was full of some sort of meat that smelled amazing. When it came to cooking, Kya was an expert, Sokka nearly salivating at the scent.

She handed us each a wooden bowl filled with the delicious smelling food, laughing when Sokka almost immediately starting digging in mumbling a 'thanks' as he stuffed his face.

"I have something to tell the two of you." She spoke, sitting down with her own bowl of soup. "And you have to promise to keep it a secret from everyone until Hakoda comes back."

Sokka and I blinked at her curiously, pausing our eating to listen.

Her blue eyes nearly sparkled with happiness. "Sokka, Hania you're going to have a new baby sibling."

Sokka's mouth dropped in shock and I allowed a minuscule smile to form on my face. I had thought that Katara would have been born sooner, but I was glad to hear she was going to be born at all. With Kya having to raise me along with Sokka I had been frightened that she would just settle with having two children, since she had all but adopted me when my mother died.

Katara was a very important character in the series being the only one who could calm Aang down in Avatar mode she would be needed on their little adventure, not to mention the fact that she taught him to Water-Bend as well. Hopefully her being a few years younger wouldn't change too much.

"That's awesome!" Sokka cheered, jumping up in excitement. "I hope it's another boy so we can play warrior with him!"

I inwardly rolled my eyes, despite being a hilarious character Sokka was rather sexist. "A girl would be nice." I murmured quietly.

Sokka turned to look at me as if I had grown another head. "Are you crazy?! Girls are icky!"

I face-palmed, children and their logic.

AN: So before anyone notices, MissScarlettJ and I were conversing about making self-insert Fics placed in the Avatar world and both decided to make one. They may seem similar if you think about it, but otherwise they have nothing to do with each other. You should go check out theirs it's called I see fire.

Anyways tell me what you think and I apologize for any mistakes.