Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the song, or the plotline.

AUTHOR'S NOTE PLEASE READ IMMEDIATELY DO NOT SKIP OVER THIS FOR IT IS VERY IMPORTANT! I do not own this story, this belongs to a friend of mine who does not have a Fanfiction account and, while she wants one, is unable to get one. So she asked if I would post this for her. This is NOT WRITTEN BY ME! Also: She made all of these chapters really short, so I will try to get a bunch of them done at a time. This will be the only time you hear from me, as I will not be commenting on any other chapters – this really isn't my story, after all. I tried to correct any spelling and grammar, but if there is any mistakes, too bad! I don't want to hear them! It isn't my fault! Normally I will accept criticism, but this doesn't even belong to me, so…Anyway…

Note from the REAL author: I made this based off of a video called 2p!England's Lament. I own nothing, actually…Except for the modification of the video into a story, and my two OC's, Kelly and Lizzy. I give full credit of Hetalia to Himaruya Hidekaz, credit of Jack's Lament to Danny Elfman and credit of The Nightmare Before Christmas to Tim Burton. Let it roll.

Prologue

The blonde haired man looked out the window at the rain, actually frowning for once in his life. He held his head in his hand, elbow propped up on the windowsill. He sighed and closed his light blue-pinkish eyes, letting himself slump into his chair. He ran a hand through his hair, allowing another sigh to escape him. "What is wrong with me? I've asked myself this question for so many years and never came to an answer. Well, never an answer I liked. Just…Why am I so messed up in the head? Why am I like this?" The man hid his face in his hands, which were slightly bloodstained from his recent kill. "Why am I such a freak…"

The man looked out his window again, the scent of the freshly-spilt blood finally reaching his nostrils. "Oliver Kirkland, the insane cutie. Why am I like this?"