[He's disappointed to lose his hands in Norway's hair, but as long as those hands are still on him he's not complaining. If he were any wiser he'd be wary of letting someone get that close to his collar either, but given their last time together he's far too trusting]

[He tilts his head toward the hand on his face, pressing lips to fingers, before tilting it backward, trying to take a look at Norway. He wouldn't admit it, but right now he kind of needs this. He was feeling weird after his encounter with England, a strangely familiar sort of weird that was starting to make him nervous]

[Maybe that's something he should have admitted, though]

That'll be nice... Don't wanna sit? It'd probably be a lot more comfortable than standing like that.