Ok I own nothing... Not Hetalia nor a Car Comapany, I wish...
It's often said: If you love someone set them free... If they come back to you, it's meant to be...
Belgium stepped into the office building. It was 5am in the morning, a bit early for everyone to be coming to work. She took a deep sigh as she looked around for a moment. The empty lounge held an eerie vacant feel to the cool office air. Not even the greeting personnel had arrived yet. They wouldn't be for another hour.
The lights were on dim for the security guards and anyone working late. The black leather couches and tall various plants scattered about gave it a professional look. The Turkish, red and white carpet on the solid black, marble floor gave the large area a nice touch. The clean smell tickled her nose as she walked past a black leather couch, made for people to wait or take breaks on.
The clicking of her heels stirred a tiny groan from the side of the large, soft couch. She almost missed it but it was audible enough to catch her attention. The blond, female nation stopped in her tracks, thinking it might have been her imagination but was quickly surprised to see a small, frizzy haired nation sit up. "S..Sealand?..." The sleep child looked in her direction, rubbing his eyes.
She quickly put down her dark blue purse, her black briefcase, and her silver coffee mug on the large greeting desk and rushed over to him. "My goodness, why are you even here?" The young boy couldn't even form any words from his lips, he was so tired. His skin even looked a little pale. She shook her head as she rubbed his cool cheeks, trying to warm them up.
"Peter, please... wake up honey. I'll let you go back to sleep in a second but you have to tell me, where are your parents?" The woman had concern written all over her face but her voice remained soft. Bel knew Sweden and Finland were probably worried sick. She knelt in front of the boy, tucking her long black skirt under her knees as she combed her slender fingers through his disheveled hair.
"Mama..?" Sealand mumbled softly as he continued to rub his eyes and look disoriented. "No sweetie, it's me Belgium." Her gentle hand on his cool, slightly pale cheek, felt comforting to him. Sealand leaned into it as he started to doze off again. She delicately smiled. "Come on, let's get you warmed up."
Upon instinct, Sealand reached out and wrapped his small arms around her thin neck. Belgium leaned over and grabbed his little blue hat. He was rather light for a child his size. Bel thought she would have to start slipping goodies to him when his parents weren't looking. The thought made her chuckle as she collected her belongings.
Belgium took the elevators up to the 5th floor. Sealand started snoring lightly. The blond woman didn't mind, the warm, wet spot of drool that her dark blue, silk blouse was absorbing on her shoulder. She actually let out a soft chuckle. It reminded her of the days she used to carry Lovi around when he was little.