Russia is pleased that he is pleased... (what is this insanity?)

For just a moment, before their eyes met and while Russia had been caressing his hand, he'd thought that there had been another spark in the atmosphere between them. The look on Ivan's face- The blush on Canada's cheeks that hadn't quite faded brightens a couple notches. He gently presses Ivan's hand in return, enjoying the gentle touch on his wrist and their fingers linked together.

He is thoroughly enjoying this slower, more relaxed pace brought on in part by the necessity of the drive home. But now- now there are almost there. He again reluctantly takes his hand from Russia in order to navigate the stops and starts as he enters the residential area.
What will happen once they get there? (Well, besides the obvious.)
The time with the office desk pops into his mind and he grins faintly. It hadn't been funny at the time, really, trying to figure out where everything from the desktop belonged afterwards. At least at home he won't have to worry about that, no matter where they end up. And right now getting there is half the fun.