[Arthur reaches up and grasps the hand touching his cheek, curling his fingers around Ivan's and turning his head to press a kiss to the man's palm. He closes his eyes, feeling his heart skip again, that thrilling mixture of adoration and terror that always came when he was around the Russian nation. For a long time one had outweighed the other but the balance had tipped, and he wasn't afraid of Ivan anymore.

At least, not when he didn't have to be.

The hand on his hip serves to pull him closer, and he smiles again, very softly, bringing his free hand up to curl over the man's shoulder as he presses a kiss to his lips]