Russia may think it's not much of an accomplishment, but Canada will take the small victory. (He's a cool nation himself, after all.)

Y-yes, he is being a bit bold, in his quiet way... his heartbeat had quickened as he'd done it, uncertain at making such a gesture, but the brush over his knuckles reassures him. He's happy to leave his hand there, slowly warming the layers of fabric under his palm.

He wonders if he should say anything more. Or make some other gesture (driving though he is- and trying very hard to concentrate on that).
But then a distant memory of France comes to mind, at a time where, in his long-winded but elegant way, he had advised Canada to not be self-conscious but relax and do whatever came naturally. This context may or may not have been what France had had in mind (when does France not talk about romance?), but it was good advice none the less.

And for the moment he is happy to have Ivan watching him, laughing softly, letting him warm a small part of his leg with his one hand, and... just relaxing next to him. He finds it rather satisfying in a way...

Ah, how interesting that Russia can satisfy him in so many different ways.

He glances over to meet Ivan's eyes for just a moment, hoping to convey his quiet pleasure and thanking him for it.