When Russia sighs and moves his cheek from their hands Canada blinks, a flash of disappointment and resignation crossing his mind. No, it's fine. This is how it is--
Then suddenly his jaw is caught in Ivan's hand, the other nation comes closer, and then-
The light kiss to his hand had been electric and jolting- the kiss to his lips causes Canada to blank out for a moment, as if struck by lightning. Not that they hadn't kissed before, of course, but it'd never been quite like this. This blatantly, in public, without the illusion of America between them.
Coming back to his senses with a start Canada leans back slightly, his face blushing brightly. (His whole body feels like it's blushing!) He takes in a slightly ragged breath, but can find nothing to say with it. His thoughts are too jumbled- 'let's not do this'- they have an arrangement and an understanding, but... who was to say that they couldn't change the parameters of the arrangement as they wanted. 'Not here', those two words an irrevocable invitation and confirmation that would put their feet on an even more dangerous path than they had been. But is this all an impulse- a moment that will fade as soon as they leave the cafe?
His mind continues to whirl through the haze of emotion, selfishly desiring more, reason trying to bring him to a stop. (A well-placed word from Ivan in this moment will undoubtedly land Canada wherever he desires, and he can only hope it would be not to continue kissing here, in view of the street...)
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Then suddenly his jaw is caught in Ivan's hand, the other nation comes closer, and then-
The light kiss to his hand had been electric and jolting- the kiss to his lips causes Canada to blank out for a moment, as if struck by lightning. Not that they hadn't kissed before, of course, but it'd never been quite like this. This blatantly, in public, without the illusion of America between them.
Coming back to his senses with a start Canada leans back slightly, his face blushing brightly. (His whole body feels like it's blushing!) He takes in a slightly ragged breath, but can find nothing to say with it. His thoughts are too jumbled- 'let's not do this'- they have an arrangement and an understanding, but... who was to say that they couldn't change the parameters of the arrangement as they wanted. 'Not here', those two words an irrevocable invitation and confirmation that would put their feet on an even more dangerous path than they had been. But is this all an impulse- a moment that will fade as soon as they leave the cafe?
His mind continues to whirl through the haze of emotion, selfishly desiring more, reason trying to bring him to a stop.
(A well-placed word from Ivan in this moment will undoubtedly land Canada wherever he desires, and he can only hope it would be not to continue kissing here, in view of the street...)