Spain's face heated up when that memory finished. He looked over at England again, sighing contently. He then looked back up at the ceiling and started to close his eyes again.

"Spain?" A breathed whisper filled the room. Spain's eyes snapped open again. "Spain." Spain looked over at England again, who was watching him curiously. "You're awake, thank goodness. How do you feel?" Spain smiled at his lover.

"I feel fine now, gracias," Spain replied. England nodded and then looked down at the sleeping babies in his arms.

"Would you like to hold them?" he whispered, looking back up at Spain again. Spain slowly nodded.

"I would love to," he breathed. England stood up slowly, being extra careful not to wake them up as he took a step forward. Spain pushed himself up into a sitting position and watched as England carefully handed one over to him.

"This one was born first," he replied softly. Spain carefully took his daughter in his arms, smiling down at her. She was lighter than he expected and she shifted a bit as she was passed from one parent to the other. Her eyebrows were already taking on the shape of England's, but her skin tone was more like her mother's. Spain smiled at this. England then began to pass over the other daughter. Spain took her just as carefully. However, the movement caused her to wake up, crying. The first daughter woke up crying as well, both of them shifting unhappily in their mother's arms. Spain was shocked at this and England took the youngest one back so he could comfort her.

"Have they eaten yet?" Spain asked, never taking his eyes off of the baby in his arms. England shook his head, rocking the youngest daughter gently, cooing softly to her.

"No."

"What should we feed them with then? I'm sure they're pretty hungry."

"The nurse said you're quite capable of feeding them by yourself," England replied, still rocking and cooing to the baby. Spain copied him but looked confused.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You can feed them with your own milk. The nurse said while you were pregnant, your hormones created glands in your nipples to feed the babies with." Spain gasped, looking completely shocked.

"I can breastfeed them?" He looked up at England, who looked back at him, nodding.

"Of course you can," he hissed, still trying to calm the crying baby in his arms. Spain shook a bit as he looked down through his gown at his bare chest. He carefully set the baby down in his lap and he lifted the gown up over his head so he was sitting completely naked. He picked the baby up again and held her up, supporting her head like he was taught. She sniffed and then closed her mouth around his nipple and began to suck. Spain gasped at the weird feeling and flinched a tiny bit when she began to drink. "Spain, can you handle feeding both?"

"Si..." Spain gasped, holding his other arm out for his second daughter. England carefully placed the daughter in his arms and Spain held her up as well. She latched on just like her older sister and began to drink. Spain tensed up but soon relaxed. More memories flashed before his eyes and he sat back to remember them.

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