Here's a collection of oneshots based on some songs sung by The Birthday Massacre.

DISCLAIMER: I realize that The Birthday Massacre is not mine. I realize that The Birthday Massacre did not write the song entitled "I Think We're Alone Now." I realize that Hetalia: Axis Powers is not mine. I realize that not even the words I'm using are mine, okay? So go away! *tearful glare*

A/N: Some of these are angsty, like "Lovers' End," some are happy(ish), and some are just…just plain weird. Enjoy them! They span across almost every single relationship I like and/or ship.

Blue

Plastic blue invitations in my room. Greece picked up the blue card that lay on his bed.
I've been waiting here for you. This was Japan's handwriting.
Reservations made for two. He was waiting for him.
Sunlight fading. The shadows grew longer.

Black tongues speak faster than the car can crash. Tendrils of poisonous whispers infected his thoughts.
You supply the rumors and I'll provide the wrath. He couldn't think about anything but the letters…
Romance is breaking every heart in two. He couldn't think for the pain…
Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue. The letters spun in the corners of his vision. He had to do something…the shadows grew longer.

Plastic blue conversations in my room. Delirious, he murmured to himself as he waited for him, waited…
Saving every tear for you. His eyes ached, full of the tears he dared not shed.
Trusting every word untrue. He had to keep thinking, had to…
Twilight fading. The shadows grew longer.

Fate changes faster than the death of light. The light shut off abruptly, but his hope was already gone.
You provide the envy and I'll provide the spite. He was too late…
Reflections cutting every face in two. Japan's face, spasms of agony crossing it, smiled weakly…
Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue.

Goodnight (Gakuen Hetalia, 1984 style)

First place on a classroom wall
Every turn of the face can help to break
The fall from a domestic disgrace
Every rumor displaced
Is lost and found

Romano saw him every day. And no matter how much he loved him, it could not last.

A lack of discipline
One hand to cut the other
So unprofessional
You're not a friend
You're just a lover

This would end…soon…

Nothing exceptional
This is correctional

They would be gone, all gone…

Mirror on the wall
Frame the picture
Reflect this kiss
To wish us all goodnight

So Romano made him come, and he clutched him to his body…

First day in a victim's chair
Every surface replaced
Can help to keep you
Fair for a corrected gaze
Every feature displayed
Will match your crowd

And every day, they were pulled apart, protocol and decorum stiffening their lives…

A loss of innocence
One hand to wash the other
Be a perfectionist
You're nothing if
You're just another

They would die.

Something material
This isn't personal

At each other's hands.

Mirror on the wall
Frame the picture
Reflect this kiss
To wish us all goodnight

So when Spain came, he would be ready to live before he died.

We're all dancing
To the same sad song
And we're not sleeping
But it won't take long

Soon it would all be over. And there would be no pain to feel…

Illicit conviction
Confessions incomplete
Correction
Submissive restriction
Instructions will repeat
Direction

Brought together from lies, torn apart by truth. They would be corrected-and then eliminated.

Mirror on the wall
Frame the picture
Reflect this kiss
To wish us all goodnight

So when Spain came, he would live before they died…

This resembles 1984 (by George Orwell) so much! This is correctional…they are being corrected…then I added my bit that they would die…

Oh, I need some happy fluff. Next chapter: "I Think We're Alone Now," And "Looking Glass"