Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or its characters. I do, however own the plot of this story. (I am not going to write this on every single chapter. I own the whole plot. Not hetalia. That goes for the whole story.)

The Dream Weaver lived a life full of wonder. Any dream he had would become reality. It could be the most impossible thing, and it would happen. For he could travel time and space. His reach was far and wide. He lived out his dreams and out ran his nightmares.

If someone could think it then he could live it. He had seen dragons, mermaids, the future and the past. Gilbert had seen everything. But being a Dream Weaver was not always fun and games.

In his years of living he had made many friends. He had seen many deaths happen right before his very eyes. It was something that he had become very used to, but made him cry nonetheless.

But even harder than watching the people he came to care for die was living in the real world. His own realm . . . and his own time line. Those nights of dreamless sleep for him meant he had to live his real life the next day.

His real life was surely nothing he really wanted to live. For with powers like his he had lived a very sheltered life. After being born his death was recorded the very first time he drifted off to another realm. He had been there for a very long time and his parents assumed he had been kidnapped and killed. But eventually they found him one day just lying in bed.

After that fateful day he vanished without a trace quite often. He would often spend long stretches of time without seeing his parents. As he left he grew older and older with each time. Soon his parents gave up trying to raise him properly. Instead they sheltered him and kept him away from the outside world. They made sure he was properly educated for he needed to be safe in other realms, but they gave up hope in ever seeing him live a normal life.

But Gilbert did not care for a normal life. That all seemed way too boring for him. He liked thrill and adventure. And being the Dream Weaver gave him just that . . . and plenty of stories to tell.