Spain opened his eyes again. The twins were stirring in his arms and began to cry. England jerked awake, looking tired.

"Wha-?" he gasped, yawning. Spain began to rock them both, trying to calm them both down by cooing softly to them. They just got angry and shocked him.

"Ow!" Spain hissed, letting them go. England immediately picked them up; looking worried as he tried rocking them. Spain rubbed his arms, small circles of burns appearing on his arms where they had shocked him. "They burned me..."

"Shh, shh, little ones..." England whispered, still rocking them softly. They continued to cry and squirm in his arms, but they didn't shock England. He tried to calm them down for a good ten minutes before they finally stopped crying. By this time, Spain had a huge headache and aching arms. He had gotten up and put ice on the burns. When they were calmed down and cuddling into England, England asked Spain to come over. He held one hand over his burns and the pain left. "There, the pain's gone."

"For good?" Spain asked and England nodded.

"Yes, it's gone for good." Spain smiled and kissed him lightly. England kissed him back and then the babies noticed Spain did not have any signs on his fingers that England loved him so they silently told England to put a sign on Spain's finger. England blushed deeply and nodded, setting the kids down on the bed as he faced Spain, taking his hand. "Spain, I have something very important to ask of you. I would like to spend the rest of my life with you." He kneeled down and pulled a box from his pocket, opening it up. Spain gasped as a simple, golden band shined up at him.

"A-Artie..." Spain stuttered, eyes widening.

"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, the personification of the country of Spain, will you marry me, Arthur Kirkland, the personification of Great Britain?" The babies watched happily, squealing as they moved their arms and legs happily. Spain smiled and nodded, hugging England around his neck.

"Sí, of course I will!" Spain exclaimed happily. England hugged him back, smiling, hands around his waist. He pulled away from the hug and slipped the ring onto Spain's finger. He then took Spain's cheeks softly in his own and kissed Spain softly. Spain smiled and kissed him back, hands going around his neck again. England deepened the kiss and Spain followed. England then licked Spain's lower lip and Spain let him in. England explored Spain's mouth hungrily, causing Spain to let out quiet moans. They pulled away, blushes on both of their cheeks. The babies continued to squeal and giggle and they looked over at them, smiling happily. Then the babies squirmed unhappily, whining. England picked up and frowned.

"Their diapers," he said. Spain nodded and pulled two diapers out from the baby bag they had brought with them. They changed their diapers and then put their clothes back on them, Spain holding one and England holding the other.

"We need to name them," Spain whispered. England nodded in agreement.

"How does one Spanish and one British name sound to you?" he asked. Spain smiled and nodded in agreement.

"It sounds wonderful!" Spain replied. England smiled back and nodded, looking down at the daughter in his arms.

"Can one of them...be Elizabeth?" England asked, always wanting to name a girl after his favorite queen. Spain nodded.

"Sí, of course," Spain replied, thinking a bit of a good Spanish name. "How does Isabella sound?" England looked up at him and nodded.

"That's perfect," he replied. Spain smiled at him and rocked the girl curled up safely in his arms. "So, who's who?" England looked between the two girls carefully, trying to see which name fit which girl. He then pointed to the one in his arms.

"This one will be Isabella. She has a bit darker skin tone than her sister, which means she looks more Spanish. So the one you're holding is Elizabeth." Spain nodded and whispered to the girl in his arms.

"Oh, Lizzy..." She looked up at him, blinking, trying to comprehend the word 'Lizzy'.

"Spain, call her Elizabeth as of right now. Plus, both of them can be called Lizzy. It can get confusing." Spain looked up at him, realization spreading across his face.

"Oh yeah...Lo siento," he replied. England just sighed and sat back down. Spain laid down in the bed again and rocked Elizabeth gently. She waved her tiny hands around in the air, making quiet noises. Spain smiled and laid back, closing his eyes.

00000000

Yay! England finally proposed to Spain! Can't believe he waited that long to do it. But anyway, please review!