It takes a moment for Canada to regain some of his senses. He opens his eyes slowly when Russia pulls away, looks into those violet eyes, hears his heavy breathing as if from a distance. When he nods agreement his head wavers slightly, and he hopes he can walk in a straight line to the door.

He finds himself smiling sightly as he thinks about Ivan's voice. Even deeper, with a thicker accent than he usually speaks with... it's like the part of him that controls how he speaks has been given over to thinking of other things.
Of him.

The thought of Ivan concentrating on him excites him anew and helps propel him out of the car and (only somewhat unsteadily) to the door. Thank goodness for remote locking. A press of the button once Russia is out of the car, a turn of the key in the house door's lock, and they are inside.