Russia's eyes light up at the blush that dust across Canada's cheeks and the way his fingers press against his skin. This is...comfortable. More comfortable than it was a few moments ago and though they're speaking softly, a few little words falling from lips to settle pretty like pebbles in the silence, it's more the reaffirmation of company; the touch of a lover even if they're colored with lies.

But they are lovers and despite the lies and the masks, they're more intimate than either of them has probably been in a while. For all their change, the two of them are in this together and they became this way only because they opened up enough to let someone in and settle their lies deep. It's a terrible, beautiful thing and it simply has Ivan letting his eyes flutter shut, cheek resting against the bridge of their fingers.

"Mm," A soft little sound, more sigh than acknowledgement and Russia takes a moment to think about how easy it is to lean into Canada's affections. It was hardly a permanent thing, but still, he wonders. (As sometimes Russia finds himself doing.)

So those eyes of his flicker open again and settle on the swoop of Canada's neck, ghost up to latch on violet eyes and---oh that smile of his is gorgeous. That perplexed look is gone, a sort of gentle happiness easing its way into purple depths.

"I didn't mean to worry you."