[England, unprepared for the sudden gesture, almost loses his footing when France throws himself at him. His knees buckle slightly but don't completely give, and he has to fling his arms around France in turn to keep his balance (and that's the only reason he does it, really).
He doesn't have the heart to shove France off right now; he's too happy, genuinely happy to think of spurning a man who would never contain his joy the same way England does.
England does manage to get a word in:] Oi, careful with those— [but there's a timbre to his voice almost like laughter, beneath the pretence of reproach.]
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He doesn't have the heart to shove France off right now; he's too happy, genuinely happy to think of spurning a man who would never contain his joy the same way England does.
England does manage to get a word in:] Oi, careful with those— [but there's a timbre to his voice almost like laughter, beneath the pretence of reproach.]