I want to swim away, but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
"I don't really care what you say, Alfred. I don't care what ANY of you say. No one has any influence on me anymore. I'm an independent nation now."
Annie stood in the center of the room, eyes flaming. She stared at the others, daring one of them to challenge her.
Arthur sat behind her, mortified. He glanced around the room, gauging the others' reactions. Ivan looked on with detached interest, Alfred was furious, Heracles was sleeping, Feliciano wasn't paying attention at all, Matthew looked nervous, Ludwig seemed annoyed at the interruption, Yao and Kikuseemed bored with her outburst, and Francis was watching Arthur, not her.
Annie glared at them all, then turned her gaze to Arthur. She stared at him, intently, waiting for him to speak.
He sat silently. How the bloody hell did I get myself into this? he thought. Annie's aquamarine eyes glittered icily. Her gaze sent shivers through his body.
He knew exactly how he had gotten here. He remembered that day well.
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse beam has just run out
I'm cold, as cold as cold can be