Russia's teeth catch on Canada's lip as he pulls back, nips gently even as he watches the wide eyed look on Canada's face. There's laughter here, breath ghosting across lips given how close they still are. He can read some of those thoughts: the desire, the embarrassment, the confusion, and it has Russia's hand curling into the soft strands of Canada's hair to drag him back for another little kiss.

He's not too sure what he's doing really, but it's an impulse, a desire and right now Russia really just wants to make that blush darker and have Canada curling closer. He's selfish and though that's not anything new to them, it's apparent in the possessive way he draws Canada close, in the almost dangerous gleam to his eyes.

"I think--," Russia licks his lips and shifts to kiss the tip of Canada's nose, "--that we should get out of here, hmmm?"

Because they might be secluded enough to be mostly unnoticed, but who's to say that will last for much longer?