Author's Note: Parings are about; you'll see them more as the story progresses.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters.

Full Summary: Raivis never had a real life, just a fake one with fake love. Luckily, one fateful day, while everyone is away, he begins to draw the world he's always dreamed of. When an offer to go to that special world comes by, Raivis couldn't resist the chance. But, this world has been corrupted by the evil that he created. Armed with magic and spells, Raivis must go on a journey, to put to rest, the dream he'd longed for.

Raivis Galante stared out of his window. Rain was pouring by the gallons outside. It had a soft rhythm, as if playing a melody. It echoed throughout the empty room. For once, he felt completely at peace. Ivan was out with Yao, Toris was over at Feliks's, and Eduard was out someone that Raivis didn't know himself. The youth was all alone, finally alone. There was no one to bother or hurt him.

For the next few hours, he would have nothing but peace and freedom to do what he wished. After a long thought, the Latvian finally decided what he would do. He'd always loved to draw. So why not do it now? The blond stood from his chair by the window and rummaged his room for his old sketchbook. When he finally found it, he grabbed a recently sharpened pencil to draw with. At first, Raivis had absolutely no idea what to make. Finally, a thought came to mind. He flipped the pages until he found a blank one. His mind took over his actions with his hands.

He was going to create a world, a wonderful world, the one he'd always dreamed of, filled with dragons, princes, magic, and knights. The first pictures started to fill the empty paper. Slowly, a castle began to appear, then a tower, a dragon, and then an evil wizard controlling it. The brave knight gallantly rushed in, shield and sword in hand riding on his gallant steed. As he drew more and more, Raivis began to realize the knight in the picture, was actually someone he knew. He realized it was none other than Toris Loriniatis. Why had he drawn him? Even though he was confused, he continued to draw the picture. When the basic sketch was finally complete, he started to draw another one on the next page. This time, the gallant knight, in presence of the king, reporting something. Once again, he drew Toris. The Latvian himself had no idea why he was drawling him. Still, he looked at the king he'd drawn. To his surprise, the king looked almost exactly like himself. Though, he was a bit taller from what he could tell. As he gazed into the picture, he heard a non-familiar voice coming directly from behind.

"Young one, do wish go to the world you've created?" it was a cloaked man, his voice sounded quite young. He sat in the chair that Raivis himself had sat in moments ago.

"I…" Raivis couldn't make out the words.

"Don't be frightened," he assured him. Raivis only stared.

"I…who are...you?" the youth managed to say.

"A teller of time. Now, do you wish to go to the world you've created?" Raivis hesitated before slowly nodding his head.

"Yes… I do want to be there,"

"Then take my hand," the mysterious figure reached his hand out towards the youth. Instinctively, he drew back.

"Don't be afraid, just come with me, to see the world you've created," Raivis was still hesitant. Even so, he felt a strange feeling; a feeling that told him that he could believe this man would take him to his world. Yet, he still did not take his hand.

"You feel I am lying yes?" he said slowly. The blond took a deep breath, and then replied.

"No, it's not that I feel your lying, it's the fact I don't really trust you,"

"Well then, it's simple. You take my hand, and either I take you somewhere, or you stay here," the "boy" reasoned. Raivis felt it was all right, come on, what was the worst thing that could happen? Get his hopes up for nothing? He's already been there too many times. So, the Latvian extended his hand and clasped the other's. When he got a firm hold, a bright, white light encased the entire room. Raivis suddenly felt short of breath. The youth closed his violet eyes, afraid of what was happening. For what seemed like forever, his breath had returned. When he finally opened his eyes, Raivis got a sight he wouldn't soon forget.
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Woo! That was longer than I had anticipated. There's not enough Raivis love so I wanted to write some. Yeah, to me, it still sucks but I'd like to hear what you guys have to say about it. Anyway, sorry if it sounds rushed.