"Sorry about removing my last CM story "Saying Goodbye". It wasn't going the way I'd expected. I find it hard to write fan fictions about TV series, no matter how much I love them. Maybe it's because Criminal Minds doesn't have an end to it? I'm not sure. Anyway, enjoy this APH fan fic ^_^ I hope you like it!

Comments, Suggestions, Reivews and anything else are appreciated :P

~luvlani88

I still remember the day he left. I still remember how sad I felt when I watched him leave, knowing that he might never return. I didn't bother running after him, I knew that it would be useless. There was no way that I, of all people, could stop him. I was tiny. I was useless. When he left, I promised I would become stronger. I promised that I would protect myself and everyone that I loved. Everyone thinks I'm useless now. But before I got to know everyone else…I think I might have been strong enough to stop him.

"Maple…I wonder if America wants to play hockey today?" Canada murmured to himself. He had felt bored so the invisible country had decided to take a walk up to one of his northern territories. Just to check up on everything.

Nothing new was happening in Nunavut though, so Canada ventured further north. As he hopped from island to
island, he noticed something strange. There was a lot more ice. As a northern country, Canada was used to ice
being everywhere. But there was way more ice than expected. "Eh? That's a little weird. What do you think Mr.
Kumajiro?" He asked the small polar bear tucked in his arms. "Who are you?" The polar bear asked without a moment of hesitation. "I'm Canada! Your owner!" The country said with a sigh. "Oh well." Canada said to himself. "I'm probably just tired from putting up with America. Besides," he hugged Mr. Kumajiro tighter and started walking back to Parliament Hill. "This is probably a good sign. More ice means less global warming right?"

That had to be a good thing. Less global warming, more ice for Mr. Kumajiro's polar bear friends. Canada tried to look at the positive side, but he was still a bit worried. He definitely wasn't used to changes like this. Nothing had changed for him in a long time. But even though this seemed like a minor change, it was just a bit strange for Canada. Suddenly, Canada felt a chill down his back. Not just a regular Canadian winter chill, but something different. Something strange. It was...eerie. All at once, Canada hugged his polar bear tighter and started to walk a bit faster. And all at once, he noticed something else. The path which he had come from had changed. It was covered in ice. He stopped suddenly. "H-hello?" he called softly. He was hoping that it was just America pulling a prank on him. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Silence, except for the soft sounds of the wind. Wait, there was something else. It was…Canada looked down to the frosty ground, thinking that he had stepped on a piece of paper or a stick of some sort. He was wrong. His feet were still in place. Not moving. Not moving?!

Canada gasped at the sight of the ice that was slowly growing up his boots. It was moving fast, like it was trying to freeze him. Already, he found himself rooted to the spot. "Maple…Leaf…" He breathed in shock, a single drop of sweat falling from his brow passed his wide eyes, and hit the ground, where it froze instantly. "H-help! S-s-somebody! H-help m-m-me!" He cried out but only the sounds of the ice crawling up him met his ears. The ice was climbing up his torso now. "Who are you?" Mr. Kumajiro asked, completely oblivious to Canada's panic. "I-I'm C-c-c-Canada!" He answered automatically. He was violently shivering now. "Who are y-" Mr. Kumajiro started to ask again, but was cut off by the ice covering his fur covered body completely. "AH! H-H-HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! The ice was climbing up his neck now. Canada couldn't move the rest of his body. "Help…" he was about to yell again when he realized with a horrified shock that Mr. Kumajiro's last words weren't meant for him. The eerie chill had returned stronger than ever. Canada barely choked out his words. They were whispered, humble, terrified words that he could barely say.

"Who…Who are…you?" He whispered as he felt the ice make its way up his face. The last thing Canada saw was two pale blue eyes. And a pair of pale blue lips as they blew another stinging icy breath into his face. Canada blacked out as the words met his frost-bitten ears.

"You're worst nightmare."