His wrist is tickled by Russia's soft touch, his face blushes brightly at his words and kiss, and the back of his neck prickles at the possession behind that laugh.

Face down to try and hide his red face as he walks out the door into the street, he makes a bee-line for the car. Reluctantly letting go of Russia's hand once they get there he unlocks the door and settles in to the driver's seat, taking a couple deep breaths to calm himself. It wouldn't do to drive them into a ditch because he's emotionally distracted.

He knows the quickest way home. Ridiculous a wish though it is, he hopes that this atmosphere doesn't evaporate on the way there.