[For a moment Austria's heart aches a little, if only out of sympathy. He puts his hand on Spain's chest, losing the playfully seductive tone in favor of something more sincere.]

It's all right. Really. [He has to stop himself from saying "I loved seeing that side of you," knowing it's a new "side" for Spain to begin with.] I know it probably felt foreign, but I don't want you to worry about me, I... loved every second of it.

[really, it isn't even Iris and Austria is ... alarmingly relaxed]