[ Honestly, Liech often wonders what has gotten into Switzerland whenever the two nations meet. Her brother more often than not would get into such a fit, and then sprouts some weird things that has her worried. Which he then waves away, and in turn further worries her.

le'sigh.

Anyway, she openly invites Austria to lay his head on her lap, one hand gently placed on his head. ]

I suppose no, but if there is any, I will try to stop him.

[ The whine does have her immediately concerned about Austria, though, and the young nation panics a bit. What if laying down made him even more queasy or ill? So she does what she's always done to Switzerland. She combs her fingers in his hair. ] T-then... close your eyes, Mr. Austria. I can... count sheep to help you sleep. [ It sounds like an odd suggestion, but Switzerland had done it before, and vice versa. Perhaps this may soothe Austria's mind. ]