[His eyes open wide when he's tugged, unsure as to why he's being tugged (because, most of the time, he's not too self-aware). Sweden braces himself, pulled in and left slightly confused. He doesn't let it interrupt what they're doing, awkwardly putting his hands just above Poland's hips to steady himself as he's forced to lean down.
It's definitely foreign still. He's never so much as kissed anyone outside of Mistletoe shenanigans around Christmas time, so this... it's frightening. He's afraid of messing up. After a few more seconds, he pulls away, perhaps a bit too quickly. It just feels wrong. He doesn't want to do this any more than he has to.]
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It's definitely foreign still. He's never so much as kissed anyone outside of Mistletoe shenanigans around Christmas time, so this... it's frightening. He's afraid of messing up. After a few more seconds, he pulls away, perhaps a bit too quickly. It just feels wrong. He doesn't want to do this any more than he has to.]
--Sorry.