[As Spain pulls him closer Norway knows that he should resist, but he doesn't. For a moment - just one moment - he'll lose himself in this. Close his eyes and remember. When was it. A few weeks ago? Catching fireflies on a clear night. Heading back, talking low, walking close to each other. Swept up as if he were both nothing and everything. Cold glass against his back and warm, gentle hands and soft words by his ear telling him things that he couldn't understand but knew the meaning of anyway.]
[He tightens his grip on the pistol, grounding himself. He can't think about this right now.]
[When he breaks the kiss he opens his eyes and then slowly pulls away from him, taking a step back. There's no way that Spain won't be able to see what he's at now, and he knows it.]
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[He tightens his grip on the pistol, grounding himself. He can't think about this right now.]
[When he breaks the kiss he opens his eyes and then slowly pulls away from him, taking a step back. There's no way that Spain won't be able to see what he's at now, and he knows it.]