Arthur quietly hummed a soft tune to himself, smiling fondly at the little country he had curled up in his lap, letting out a content sigh upon realizing he had fallen asleep. For once, though, he didn't seem to mind; it was still early morning, after all, so he couldn't blame the kid for falling asleep. Instead, he switched the song he was humming to an English lullaby, gently picking Peter up and carrying him to the one guest room he had to let him peacefully sleep for however long he wished. Well, he called it a guest room, but Peter was typically the only one who ever used it, so, by a technicality, it was Peter's room, though he didn't pay any attention to it for the time being. Instead, he simply tucked the micro-country into bed, gave him one last gentle pat atop his head, before leaving the room. "What did I have to do today... Right, my meeting with the other countries," Arthur said aloud, grabbing his coat and sliding it on. One thing that was clear as day to everyone was that he trusted Sealand, so much so that he felt comfortable leaving the kid by himself in his house so that he could go off on meetings. Which is precisely what he proceeded to do; leaving his house with the trusting care of sleeping Sealand, knowing that if Peter wanted to talk later, then he would still be hanging around by the time Arthur returned.