Canada looked around at the crowd surrounding him, "I float in a boat, In a raging black ocean" he nervously looked side to side, his voice lilting, "Low in the water, With nowhere to go." He looked at his friends, most of them glaring, "The tiniest lifeboat, With people I know"
His vision was tunneling as he visualized the boat in his mind, "Cold, clammy, and crowded, The people smell desperate." His friends and family looked bitter at the sea, at the world, at each other. "We'll sink any minute, So someone must go." They looked bitter and distant towards him. "The tiniest lifeboat, With the people I know"
Alfred shoved Arthur and war began in the already unstable boat. "Everyone's pushing, Everyone's fighting." They were shouting and screaming, while dark clouds brewed over head, no, no, nO, NO, "Storms are approaching, There's nowhere to hide." They were coming towards him they were still screaming, and he was plunged into reality, "If I say the wrong thing, Or I wear the wrong outfit." He looked desperately at the nations around him. "They'll throw me right over the side!!"
Canada looked into his eyes and already knew he was judging him. "I'm hugging my knees, And the captain is pointing." He was on the boat again and England was staring at him, and looked angry again. "Well who made him captain?" He stared at his aggressor angry but slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Still, the weakest must go... The tiniest lifeboat, Full of people I know." He succumbed to the dark ocean and was pushed into reality again. "The tiniest lifeboat... Full of people I know..." He dejectedly walked away from the crowd pulling out a canister when he reached the bathrooms.
((I've been listening to Heathers a lot. This is my favorite song))