[ England's face burns as Spain moves his hand across his cheek, and he turns his face away, trying to struggle away without much luck.

the kiss is surprising, but he soon realises Spain's intentions. he struggles immediately, his vice grip around the knife only getting tighter. he can barely move his arm at all, the rope definitely tight enough, but he still waves the blade as best he can, trying to keep Spain away. ]

You can't- can't take the one thing that might keep me from being murdered where I stand!

[ he almost says "please", but he's not quite desperate enough to beg here, not to Spain ]