I don't own Hetalia. I only own Atlantis, Marco, Zale, King Cyril, and Master Lysander.

Atlantis walks through the snow, wearing her dark purple cloak with white faux fur trimmings. Canada called her the other day and asked if she still had interest in trying his pancakes. (Also asking if she still remembered him.) She, of course, accepted his invitation after reminding him, that yes, she still remembered his name.

Atlantis is proud to say she doesn't need to write his name as often anymore. She did cause some confusion for her maids. They are still wondering why she has a poster with the word 'Canada' in huge bold letters in her bedroom.

It works, though. If she forgets his name at her home, she can look at the poster and remember him.

The Atlantean nearly drools as she day-dreams about how delicious the maple pancakes must be. She couldn't wait to eat it.

Atlantis pauses when she reaches Canada's two-story log cabin. It's a nice simple home isolated in the woods. Canada must love the outdoors very much. She knocks on the door and patiently waits for Canada. She hears a muffled "coming" and some objects being toppled over. The Canadian opens the door, smiling sheepishly. He softly says, "W-Welcome, Atlantis. Are you ready to try my maple pancakes?"

Atlantis smiles. "Hello Canada. I'm very eager to try them." Atlantis walks inside the house and allows Canada to lead her to the kitchen.

Canada happily says, "You still remember me, eh." He mumbles, "One down, several other countries to go." He must mean the only country to acknowledge his presence on a daily basis. Russia definitely notices Canada when he sits on the poor Canadian. She can tell by the way he chuckles when Canada tells the Russian he's sitting on him.

There's France and America. France seems to remember Canada once in a while, causing some 'Father-son' bonding time.

America talks to Canada sometimes, although the Canadian is often referred to as 'Canadia.' Once in a while, America will discuss a memory about Canada, but he won't remember that it's Canada he's remembering.

As for the other countries, Canada is usually mistaken for America. Because of it, Canada gets an earful from angry countries wanting to yell at America for various reasons. Atlantis is guilty of mistaking Canada for America, too. She still does it sometimes. She manages to catch herself from calling him America at the last-minute.

Atlantis says, "Of course I still remember you. How can I forget a sweet and thoughtful man?" From the disgusting men she's encountering when she visits outside her country, it's refreshing to meet a good man. She enjoys the company of the other country personifications as well, but Canada is one of the calmer countries who don't get into fights.

Canada blushes. "Thank you. You're so nice." His eyes widen as he stares at her. Canada stutters, "D-Did you really walk all the way here in that light cloak?" Now that Atlantis thinks about it, to Canada, it seems strange to see someone wearing light clothes when it's snowing.

If it was a blizzard, she would have considered wearing a snow jacket. Although there are times people force her to wear a suitable jacket in icy climates. For instance, when she went to the ice and snow festival in China her Atlantean teammates convinced her to wear a snow jacket. They said it is unnatural for people to walk around the snow in light clothing. They didn't want to attract unwanted attention and concern for her 'health.'

She smiles. "Do not worry. I'm not cold."

Canada firmly scolds Atlantis. "You shouldn't go outside in the snow without a warm snow jacket." Atlantis raises an eyebrow. She didn't expect Canada to be bold enough to scold her. She's learning more interesting things about him.

He changes directions and leads her to the living room. The fireplace is already lit with a steady and warm fire. Canada leads Atlantis to the couch closest to the warmth.

Atlantis sits down on the couch, careful not to disturb the polar bear. The animal is watching a television special on Animal Planet. He stares intently at the screen, ignoring their presence.

Canada shakes his head. "No, I will. You could've frozen out there. You need to be more responsible." No one has ever shown concern about her walking out in the snow with only a light cloak. It's normal in Atlantis to see some water elementals-in-training walking in icy cold waters. They're being supervised so it's fine.

"Please stay here. I'll go get you a blanket." Canada heads upstairs, leaving Atlantis alone with the demon fur ball. She's glad he's not attacking her. The television makes a good distraction.

The cold doesn't bother her that much: she's used to it. When she was a young country learning how to use her element, her master would make her stand in a freezing cold river. During the summer, he used his powers to keep the water at a constant cold temperature. The water in Atlantis during summer is pretty warm because of the Mediterranean Sea.

Atlantis stares deeply into the fire. The fire warms her body quickly. She recalls a memory from many centuries ago.

Chibi Atlantis shivers as she watches Master Lysander sitting on a rock and sipping his cup of warm milk. She can't believe he's forcing her to stand in this cold river. He calls it 'training.'

The Atlantean whimpers, "I thought you are going to teach me the water claw technique?" She doubts she's going to learn how to form water claws around her hands by standing in the river doing nothing.

Master Lysander sighs. He sets the cup on a smooth part of the rock. He glides his finger in the air in a wave-like motion, causing the water around chibi Atlantis to splash in accordance to his fingers movement. Chibi Atlantis squeaks as she tries to avoid the mini waves.

He says, "Get used to the cold, little one. It'll help you learn how to make ice easier when I start those lessons."

Chibi Atlantis whines, "I don't want to master ice. I want to master water!" Ice is too hard for her. She sees no point in mastering something she sees as pointless. She knows she's not going to use ice to fight any time soon. In her opinion, water is way stronger than ice.

Master Lysander paces back and forth. "It is a tradition for every Master Water elemental to have mastery over their sub element ice. Without it, the elemental does not deserve the title of Master." He looks at her softly. "Do you understand, Atlantis?"

Atlantis nods. She's bored of hearing his lecture. She wants to learn the water claw technique already so she can fight like the other amazing soldiers in the Atlantean army. The few water elementals in the army can even run on water! It's a mystery to her on how they do that. She grumbles under her breath, "Old geezer."

Master Lysander snaps. "It isn't proper for a young lady to say such rude things. I'll wash your filthy mouth clean." He snatches her by her robe and keeps a firm grip on it. She's lifted into the air and she struggles, but it only makes him angrier. "If you even think of cursing, I'll give you a spanking of a life time!"

There's no way she wants to be spanked by him. He spanks her butt so hard that she won't be able to sit on it for the rest of the day. His infamous nickname among his other students is Master Spanksander.

Atlantis screams, "Greece, save me!"

Atlantis smiles fondly. Even though she was a little rude to her master at times, she still looked up to him. Her younger self wanted to become a great and powerful Master water elemental like him.

Master Lysander always spanked her whenever she repeated curse words she overheard from adults' conversations. Atlantis found a loophole. He never said she couldn't curse in her mind. This habit has stuck to her till this day. She rarely curses out loud. Maybe she will slip curses in Wi-Fi battles in Black Ops. Any other situation is a big no-no.

It took a while for Atlantis to appreciate her sub element ice. She didn't know at the time was that the soldiers were able to run on the water because they formed ice under their feet with each step they took. The solider would make the ice immediately melt the moment he lifted his foot to take the next step.

It would seem they're running on water, but they're really freezing small parts of the water as they ran.

Atlantis hugs the pillow left on the couch. She squeezes it hard. The memory is bittersweet. "I ruined our friendship. It's highly likely he hates me." Atlantis misses Greece. She remembers they used to be best friends when they were children. They had so many fun adventures from Atlantis rescuing him from evil sirens to ruining their innocence by their curiosity of the Aphrodite temples.

She chuckles. "I learned why men were so eager to go to that church." From what she can recall from her memories -and some witness accounts- before the sinking of Atlantis, she became a huge jerk. Maybe if she didn't change for the worse, Greece and she would still be friends when her country was rediscovered by Italy.

Atlantis drowns in her sorrows. "I don't know if I can ever make it up to him." Atlantis is brought out of her thoughts by someone poking her. She sees the polar bear looking at her with slightly narrowed eyes.

The polar bear says, "You're not here to attack what's-his-face, are you."

Atlantis forces a smile on her face. "No, I'm not. Your owner's name is Canada, by the way." She can't believe Canada's own pet doesn't even remember his name after all this time. Then again, he doesn't remember the polar bear's name.

Now that Atlantis thinks about it, she doesn't know the polar bear's name. She refers to him as the demon fur ball. Atlantis slowly removes her hands from the pillow, wary of making sharp movements. She doesn't want to startle the animal.

Atlantis keeps eye contact with the polar bear. "My name is Atlantis. May I ask what your name is?"

The polar bear relaxes and gets more comfortable in his seat. "I'm Kumajiro." He points his paw at her. "If you ever attack my food provider again, I won't hesitate to bite you."

"Deal and I told you his name is Canada."

"Who?"

Atlantis sighs. Kumajiro can't remember Canada's name, but he remembers Canada feeds him. At the very least he knows who provides him food.

Kumajiro turns his attention back to the television. It's showing a documentary of polar bears drowning because of the lack of ice floating around. She thinks it's a bad idea for Kumajiro to watch his kind dying on television. It might cause depression.

Atlantis reaches for the remote. "I don't think it's a good idea to watch this…." She stops from the glare Kumajiro is giving her. She doesn't want to risk being bitten, so she slowly scoots to the other side of the couch.

He takes the remote and places it on his lap. He growls, "No one interrupts my show."

They both sit in an awkward silence. Atlantis, bored, decides to watch the documentary. The camera focuses in on an adult polar bear struggling to continue swimming; looking for floating ice so it can rest after hunting for a long time.

The narrator solemnly says, "Because of global warming, there is less ice than ever before…."

Canada arrives with a blanket and a plate of pancakes. He wraps the blanket around her and hands her the plate. Atlantis says, "Thank you."

Atlantis takes a bite of her maple pancakes. She grins. It tastes like ambrosia for the gods. It's so delicious, she's thinking of importing some maple trees to her country. "I love it. Did you make this yourself?"

Canada rubs the back of his head. "Yes, I made it from scratch." They end the small talk in a comfortable silence. Atlantis eats her maple pancakes peacefully while Canada watches the documentary with Kumajiro. Atlantis finishes her breakfast with a satisfied hum.

They chat for a while before she says she has to leave. Canada hands her a jacket she can borrow. The white jacket is bulky and has the Canadian red maple leaf on it. Atlantis smiles and puts on the jacket.

Atlantis says, "Goodbye Canada. It was a pleasure having breakfast with you this morning." She looks to Kumajiro. "It was….nice seeing you again Kumajiro." Even though Kumajiro ignored her most of the time, she thinks it's polite to say goodbye to him.

Kumajiro doesn't acknowledge her goodbye. He's staring intently at the television showing a polar bear taking care of her cubs.

One Week Later…..

Atlantis lurks in a dark ally in her dark purple cloak, her hood obscuring her fox mask. Clinging on the emergency escape ladder, she slips out her xiphos from the inner pocket of her cloak. She silently eyes her prey, a fat man in Greek robes, as he hurriedly sneaks through the murky puddles.

Once the man passes Atlantis, she leaps and lands behind him with little noise. She brings his back to her and brings her xiphos to his neck. The sword's leaf-shaped blade applies pressure, but not enough to draw blood. The man whimpers, "Please d-do not kill me."

Atlantis whispers, "Say hello to Hades for me."

"Cuuuuuuuut!"

Atlantis and the man back away from each other with relief. Atlantis removes her mask with a look of annoyance. She slightly glares at the director. "Why am I wearing a mask and a cloak? The assassins of ancient times did not wear this in broad daylight, let alone in allies." She should know, she assassinated people at dinner parties by slipping poison into her targets' drinks with her ring's secret compartment.

Atlantis is in Washington with an Atlantean film crew. They want to do a film about assassins roaming a city in ancient times. The film crew has some connections with the royal family and they were able to force her to play the main role of an assassin.

A wavy blond-haired man with a loose ponytail grins at Atlantis. "It's not a documentary, Master Atlantis. This is an action movie." He gives her a thumbs up. "The outfit adds some mystery to your character."

She inwardly sighs. She glances at her fox mask. "Why do I have a feeling they were inspired by anime?" It's not like she has anything against anime. She just doesn't want to walk around wearing a mask all day. The water elemental feels like a little girl playing assassin. It's humiliating since actually does assassination jobs once in a while.

Atlantis grimaces. "Why are we not filming in Atlantis? We have plenty of alleyways at home." Atlantis sees it as a waste of time coming all the way to America when they have perfectly nice and clean alleyways. The ones here in America are filthy and creepy. She had to scare away disturbing characters away before they could start filming.

"Most Atlanteans never step foot outside of Atlantis, so why not show some new sites?" Atlantis almost forgot that this movie is for an Atlantean audience only. With King Cyril's permission, they're allowed to film parts of the world outside the country. Although they never mentioned they are going film in America. He would have denied their request if they did.

It's no secret to her citizens of King Cyril's hatred of America, both the country and its human personification. She knows he only approved of the making of this film in order to appease to the Atlanteans. In her opinion, the plan is not going to work, but he won't listen.

Atlantis walks away from the director. She gives a wave. "I'm going to take a break. I'll return in ten minutes." She ignores his pleads to come back as she exits the alley. She's too tired to deal with this crappy film.

Atlantis slips off her uncomfortable pointy shoes and tosses it into a trashcan. She happily goes around barefoot and steps onto the sandy beach near the alley she had exited.

The sand swishes around her feet as she walks, observing the seagulls fighting over food. Her cell phone rings a soft melody. Atlantis reaches into one of the inner pockets of her cloak and takes it out.

Atlantis holds the cell phone to her ear and answers, "Hello, this is Atlantis speaking."

A shaky voice says, "A-Atlantis, it's me Canada."

The Atlantean becomes alarmed by his weak voice. "Is something wrong?"

Canada cries, "It's K-Kuma."

"Do you mean Kumajiro?" Atlantis hopes Kumajiro is not gravely injured or something. Canada would not be able to bear that.

"H-He left a note s-saying he's going to Alaska to save his kind from global w-warming, eh." Canada takes a deep breath on the other line. "I knew I shouldn't have let him watch Animal Planet." Canada breaks down.

Atlantis nearly drops her cell phone. She could hardly believe Kumajiro would run away to save the polar bears. Then again, his entire attention revolved around watching Animal Planet documentaries on his kind drowning throughout her visit.

Atlantis does her best to reassure Canada. "Do not worry Canada, we'll find Kumajiro." She hangs up hastily before Canada could protest. She's going to save his pet.

"I hear friends help other friends. This must be one of those situations."

She needs transportation to Alaska quick before Kumajiro harms himself. As she paces in the sand, she looks out to the ocean to see a white whale spouting water from its blowhole. She looks at the whale in shock. "Are you...?"

The whale splashes its tail in confirmation. Atlantis knew the whale looks familiar. It's America's whale friend.

Atlantis cautiously steps towards the whale. "Can I ask you a favor? I need to go to Alaska for a rescue mission. Can you kindly take me there, please?" She's taking this opportunity. This whale may be her only hope to a fast trip to Alaska. She has no time to be picky.

The whale opens its mouth and lets out a bellow. It turns around and splashes it tail. Atlantis says her thanks and climbs aboard the whale. Her bare feet nearly slip from the slippery surface but she manages to get on.

She lays on her stomach with her hands clinging to the whale. Atlantis, face full of determination, says, "Onwards to Alaska!"

The white whale swims through the thin sheets of ice with Atlantis on lookout. She keeps a sharp eye out for Kumajiro. She knows it's hopeless to search the entire state of Alaska for a small polar bear. She deduced Kumajiro must be somewhere where polar bears roam. Canada is searching on land for Kumajiro while she searches the water.

Atlantis gets into a kneeling position. She brings her feet closer to her body. Even though she may be used to the cold because of her training, it doesn't mean she's completely immune to it, especially her feet.

The Atlantean gasps. She spots Kumajiro struggling to keep his head above the water. Atlantis springs into action.

Atlantis pushes herself from the whale and jumps onto the water, her feet forming a small patch of ice beneath her feet. She sprints on the water to Kumajiro, the ice footprints melting with each step. She yells, "I'm coming Kumajiro."

The moment she's close to Kumajiro, she spreads her arms outwards to form a giant circle of ice. The ice stops inches from his paw. The small polar bear takes a hold of the new land with both his paws. Atlantis helps him onto the ice and pulls him into a hug.

She throws a barrage of questions at him. "Are you too cold? Should I wrap you in my cloak? Do you want me to catch some fish for you?" Kumajiro silently allows Atlantis to cuddle him.

Kumajiro looks at her curiously. "You can….make ice?"

Atlantis nods. "It's a secret." Atlantis sees no harm in letting an animal know. It's not like he's going to tell anyone. He can't even remember his owner's name. He doesn't have people to spill the secret too.

Atlantis sets him down on the floating ice patch. Kumajiro looks her in the eyes. "You're going to make stronger ice for the polar bears and rescue them."

Atlantis chuckles. "I'm sorry, I can't help you there. I don't want be eaten by polar bears. Besides, I don't have time to spread ice in such a large area. It'll take hours, or even weeks, to make sturdy ice that'll melt from the strong heat anyway."

Kumajiro narrows his eyes. "If you don't do it, I'll tell what's-his-face you can make ice with magic." It's appears he's not going to let his demand drop. She's not going to surrender to an animal, for Poseidon's sake.

Atlantis laughs darkly. "You wouldn't dare. I can kill you before you can utter a word. Nevertheless, it's not as though he'll believe you." She pulls her xiphos out of her sleeve. Kumajiro's reflection shows on its blade.

Kumajiro stands his ground. "You can't kill me. That one guy will be depressed if you do."

Atlantis curses in her mind. Kumajiro caught onto her bluff. He knows Canada will miss him if he never comes home.

"I'll tell England about your magic. He'll love to hear about it."

Atlantis' eye twitches. He struck a nerve. She recalls barely escaping England's interrogation on how her country survived sinking under the sea. He was really adamant about his (somewhat correct) theory about her country using magic to survive. He's right, but she doesn't want him and the other countries to know the truth. He finally gave up when some countries yelled at him to stop harassing her.

Atlantis glares at Kumajiro. "Fine. I'll form some ice patches-"

"No. I want you to restore the icy landscape like it was originally before global warming and save stranded polar bears." Kumajiro points his paw across from them to hungry looking polar bears licking their mouths.

Atlantis gulps. The ice is one problem. Because Kumajiro wants her to restore the ice to its original state it'll take a long time to do it. The water is wide open space for miles. It'll tire her out. The polar bears bothers her even more. She doesn't want to end up on their menu. "They'll eat me," she says simply, with a small hint of fear in her voice.

Kumajiro cooly replies, "They won't. I'll tell them not to." Kumajiro lays down on his back and yawns, "Get to work human. Go save the polar bears first. You're doing this until global warming is gone."

Atlantis looks at Kumajiro with a look of disbelief. "I have responsibilities. I don't have time to do this that long."

"I'll tell England."

Atlantis huffs. She's being blackmailed by a tiny polar bear. She realizes it is a mistake to use her gift in front of Kumajiro. She won't be doing it around the countries' pets anymore. She uses her cloak's hood to hide her face from view. "Let's get started."

Atlantis keeps her head slump on the table, exhausted. She ignores the bickering countries in the meeting room. She's too tired to listen to their usual useless bullshit today.

Kumajiro has been working her to near death. She's been freezing former sea ice hunting grounds for the polar bears. As well as making ice floats in the surrounding area, in case a drowning polar bear needs to find land, fast. Kumajiro is keeping his promise of the polar bears not trying to eat her. Although they like to eye her like she's their future dinner.

Atlantis feels a pat on her shoulder. She sluggishly lifts her head to see Canada looking worriedly at her. Canada asks with concern in his voice, "Did you sleep well last night, Atlantis?"

Atlantis smiles tiredly. "I'm fine. I had a huge pile of paperwork, that's all." She was really doing Kumajiro's demands. He's making her spend all her free time in Alaska.

Canada sighs. "Take better care of yourself. First walking around in the snow in a cloak and now this. You'll get sick or worse." Canada hugs Kumajiro. "Thanks for helping me look for Kumajiro. He came home eventually." Kumajiro gives her a small smirk. Atlanits glares at him. They engage in a stare down, to the confusion of Canada.

Kumajiro and her came to a decision to pretend she didn't find him drowning. The story goes that Kumajiro came home after the failure to save his kind. They need to keep Canada out of the loop since Atlantis didn't feel at the time to answer questions detailing about Kumajiro's quest.

Canada coughs, "Why are you glaring at Kumajiro?"

Atlantis drops her glare and replaces it with a smile. "Oh, it's nothing."

Canada looks he's about to say something, but America steps in between them. America laughs, "Who are ya talking to Atlantis? There's no one there." Before she can respond, America interrupts. "You'll never guess what I have."

Atlantis raises an eyebrow. "What is it?"

America grins. "Evidence that super heroes can be solutions to the world's problems." Atlantis shakes her head.

"America, super heroes are fictional."

America pays no attention to her statement. The American gets to the front of the room and inserts the DVD into the television. America announces, "Everyone pay attention. My super hero solution can work to stop global warming."

England snorts. "Your ideas are ridicules. Sit down."

America plays the DVD. "Watch and learn old man." He takes a seat next to an angry England.

England yells, "You git-"

The countries in the room shush him.

The video plays a woman wearing a purple cloak standing with polar bears, including Kumajiro, on a sheet of ice. The floating ice is being pushed by a white whale. The woman's hood obscures her face, leaving her identity a mystery.

Atlantis pales. She feels faint as she tightens her hold on the table.

America exclaims, "A mysterious super hero is going around saving polar bears in Alaska. A documentary crew caught her on tape as she helps drowning polar bears onto the floating ice." America pauses the video at a scene of a close up view of her hood with the remote.

America hold out his hand to England. "You owe me a thousand bucks, dude. My super hero idea totally works."

England grudgingly hands over the bundles of cash. "It only works on a small scale."

Canada whispers, "The cloak seems familiar. I feel I've seen it somewhere."

Atlantis is trying to keep her composure. She doesn't want Canada to remember her wearing the cloak. When she makes it home, she's going to burn it so she won't accidentally wear it around any of the countries.

Somewhere in the room, a country shouts, "Scientists are saying there's been a rapid increase of ice in Alaska. Conspiracy theorists say the woman on the video is a goddess who's responsible for it."

Canada asks, "What do you think about her Atlantis?"

Atlantis regains her composure. She mustn't let the countries suspect she knows anything. Atlantis speaks with confidence in her voice. "I think she's crazy. She endangered her life. She could've been eaten by those polar bears."

Canada agrees. "Polar bears are aggressive when they're hungry." Atlantis inwardly lets out a breath of relief.

Atlantis is going to have to be more careful when she's in Alaska doing her tasks. She doesn't want to be caught again. She's going to have to do something to make the video appear to be a hoax.

Atlantis' cell phone rings. She answers it with a tired "Hello?"

The director exictedly says, "We're changing track. We're going to use your stunt in Alaska to change the movie's direction to assassins saving polar bears in Alaska." Atlantis thinks this is a stupid idea. She wonders who will watch a movie like that. Something concerns her more, though.

She whispers into her cell phone. "How did you-"

The director laughs. "Everyone knows it was you. I'll send you your script later, ciao~" He hangs up.

Atlantis slams her head on the table. "By everyone, he must be including my boss. He's going to throw me into the kraken pit, I just know it." Atlantis, very stressed from Kumajiro's work and various other factors, falls into uncounsisness.

Canada shakes her shoulders. "Atlantis, wake up!" China, who is sitting next to Altantis, reacts fast. He checks her pulse.

China says to himself, "She fainted, aru."

Canada wonders what the person said on the phone to make her faint like that.

The main weapon of the Greeks is the spear. After the spear had been thrown or lost in battle, swords were then engaged to finish the battle. The sword of the ancient Greek military was the xiphos. It is a straight, double-edged, and leaf-shaped sword. The length is generally around 25.6 inches.

Atlantis' sword is an exception. It's shorter than the average xiphos. It's 10 inches. Atlanteans nick named it a mini xiphos.

Atlantis has the title of master because she mastered her element. That's why Atlanteans refer her as Master Atlantis.

Polar bears are opportunistic eaters. They will even eat humans if it means they can survive.