[ Kain has never witnessed Spain in actual pain before, much less the sort of crippling misery that this strange happening has inflicted upon the Iberian Nation, but he's very certain immediately that this is no way for anybody to live. He's thought back a lot to his childhood, unsurprisingly, trying to remember anything at all about the times Rosa went through this time that could be useful for Spain, which has, also unsurprisingly, made him realize just how lucky he is that he has never had to pay much attention to such a thing in all his life. ]
Spain...? How do you feel?
[ He sits down on the edge of the bed beside her and gently lays the towel he's dampened with hot water over the nation's lower stomach. Regardless of what he looks like, the soul inside the body is the same he's in love with, so as far as he's concerned, there's no reason to treat Spain any differently. Of course, subconsciously, he is; he worries more and is gentler with this female Spain in general, almost as though he fears accidentally hurting him. ]
[Kain gets a soft noise that could be a sound of distress followed by a sigh of relief. Wide green eyes look toward the dragoon from under curly brown bangs as Spain tries to smile without looking miserable but he probably fails]
A bit better...
[He still finds the higher pitch of his voice a tad disorienting. He's already been in this body for a few days now but it still surprises him. It's a big change after all and one that he never thought he would have to go through. Still, it hadn't been so bad, save for this shocking, crippling circumstance of having to have menstruation. It certainly helps that Kain is very supportive and doesn't seem all too affected. More worried, more taken to holding him, but that's not something he's going to complain about]
[Spain smiles up at Kain and gently puts a hand over the towel he placed over his bare tummy] Thank you for being here, amor.
[ He turns himself so he can lie on the bed with Spain, gathering the brunette in his arms so he can hold him comfortably against his now much bigger body. He strokes the longer brown hair and places his other hand atop Spain's, hoping to be of some comfort even if he cannot take his lover's pain away himself. ]
Well no... [He trails off as Kain joins him in bed. Of course he turns to him for a snuggle, tucking this smaller, curvier body against the dragoon. Kain's touch and closeness does wonders for his soul, if not this strange, new body] I just really appreciate it though.
[Spain smiles up at the blond adoringly, rubbing a hand lightly along Kain's muscular chest in added thanks]
[ Kain insists, leaning down to press a kiss to Spain's cheek and he moves his hand from his hair to rub over his new slender shoulders and delicate back. ]
[His new long curls tickles against his back, despite the fact that he's wearing a loose shirt, and he giggles when Kain's big, warm hand rubs him down. Toes curl and he squirms, shifting closer though he's still mindful of the towel Kain has so thoughtfully put over his stomach]
Really? Even if I'm being pathetic and don't want to get out of bed?
[ The dragoon seems to think about that seriously for half a minute. ]
I cannot truthfully say that I would fare this situation with any more finesse were our places reversed.
[ The very idea of it is too difficult for him to grasp. It's entirely possible that the only reason he's dealing with grasping the concept of the female in his arms being the same as his male lover is because the other man has yet to dress in a distinctly feminine fashion and because they haven't yet tried to be intimate, given the Spaniard's... condition. ]
Besides, there's plenty to occupy ourselves with from here.
[Spain couldn't think of what his reaction would be should their positions be reversed. He'd like to think that he would be as supportive as Kain is, but you just never know. As with most things that could turn out unpleasant, Spain tries not to think about it, especially as there are more pressing concerns]
What did you have in mind?
[He looks up at Kain curiously, happy enough to stay close to him]
[ Kain has actually been thinking about this for a while, truth be to told. He originally planned to do this in a much, much more formal and, well, romantic manner, but then this happened and Spain has been so put out by this entire strange ordeal that the dragoon decided suddenly that he would make an extra effort to bring back Antonio's smile to the Iberian Nation's face. He's worked to ensure that he's going to go about this the proper way for Spain, even. ]
[The question makes him even more curious and so he answers it by sitting up. It doesn't hurt so much that he isn't able to do so. He keeps his eyes on Kain as he sits, wondering what is going to happen now]
[ The dragon knight rises from the bed. Years ago, considering such a thing as this would have just about caused him to retreat for several months at a time in nervousness, to the point where he very well may have never gotten up the courage to go through with it. Now, though, only a small, mostly negligible part of him worries, assaults the back corners of his mind with doubts and old fears. The reason is largely because of the soul looking up at him questioningly right now, which only further proves to him that this is the right choice he's making.
Retrieving from his pants pocket a compact, white, silk gift box, he takes a knee - not unlike he did on the first day he met their adopted son, Joaquin, after all the commotion that occurred that late morning. ]
Antonio, I know we've only briefly spoken of this, but... if it is not too presumptuous of me to ask in spite of that...
[ He opens the box and presents it to Spain. Inside is a ring, six small diamonds set simply in the white gold band. The ring, sized for a male Antonio,
( ... )
[This is the strangest of times to do something like this. He's in a body that isn't his, feeling pain that is unnatural and undesirable. Any other person would think that something is wrong here. Kain would do this now? Really? But he is Spain and he doesn't ever think those things. Or at least he doesn't try to. And he trusts Kain, trusts him with anything and everything and so his reaction doesn't fall to suspicion or anger]
[Wide green eyes stare at the ring. Such a beautiful, simple ring. It reflects Kain's understated style and Kain is down on one knee and he's asking]
[Pain. What is that? Who cares for it? Not when he's launched himself (off the bed!) at his knight, like that day when Kain returned and met Joaquin for the first time, to get to him and kiss him because he's so happy. Oh so happy. So, so happy]
[ Kain wasn't exactly thinking Spain would throw himself at him like this, but to say he thought that the Spaniard would take it poorly would be a lie. It's strange... to think he's come to a place in his life where he expects good things to happen to him now - and what's more, they often come true. He eventually laughs once he's managed to place the gift box down on the bed behind Spain so that it isn't toppled to the floor by his lover's excitement and he wraps his arms around him in another tight embrace. ]
[He's somehow tucked himself against Kain, arms around him tight while he has his face buried against the crook of the blond's neck. He nods frantically, tightening his hold on Kain even more as if he would leave if he doesn't answer fast enough]
Yes! Yes, yes, yes...
[And there are kisses, along Kain's throat, his jaw, his cheek, his lips. The kiss deepens as Spain sinks into it more. He doesn't even notice the tears at first, too preoccupied with assuring his knight of his answer in action as well as words]
[ Needless to say, Kain notices - he notices the tears immediately and his first reaction is panic. Seeing Spain cry isn't a sight he, thankfully, has had ample opportunity to bear witness to, but it's even more heart-wrenching for some terrible reason that the dragoon promptly blames on his upbringing as a young knight secretly pining away for a white mage in love with his best friend. He quickly lifts a hand to begin wiping the tears from Spain's face, acting instinctively. ]
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Spain...? How do you feel?
[ He sits down on the edge of the bed beside her and gently lays the towel he's dampened with hot water over the nation's lower stomach. Regardless of what he looks like, the soul inside the body is the same he's in love with, so as far as he's concerned, there's no reason to treat Spain any differently. Of course, subconsciously, he is; he worries more and is gentler with this female Spain in general, almost as though he fears accidentally hurting him. ]
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A bit better...
[He still finds the higher pitch of his voice a tad disorienting. He's already been in this body for a few days now but it still surprises him. It's a big change after all and one that he never thought he would have to go through. Still, it hadn't been so bad, save for this shocking, crippling circumstance of having to have menstruation. It certainly helps that Kain is very supportive and doesn't seem all too affected. More worried, more taken to holding him, but that's not something he's going to complain about]
[Spain smiles up at Kain and gently puts a hand over the towel he placed over his bare tummy] Thank you for being here, amor.
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Did you expect me to abandon you?
[ He turns himself so he can lie on the bed with Spain, gathering the brunette in his arms so he can hold him comfortably against his now much bigger body. He strokes the longer brown hair and places his other hand atop Spain's, hoping to be of some comfort even if he cannot take his lover's pain away himself. ]
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[Spain smiles up at the blond adoringly, rubbing a hand lightly along Kain's muscular chest in added thanks]
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[ Kain insists, leaning down to press a kiss to Spain's cheek and he moves his hand from his hair to rub over his new slender shoulders and delicate back. ]
I am glad to be with you.
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Really? Even if I'm being pathetic and don't want to get out of bed?
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I cannot truthfully say that I would fare this situation with any more finesse were our places reversed.
[ The very idea of it is too difficult for him to grasp. It's entirely possible that the only reason he's dealing with grasping the concept of the female in his arms being the same as his male lover is because the other man has yet to dress in a distinctly feminine fashion and because they haven't yet tried to be intimate, given the Spaniard's... condition. ]
Besides, there's plenty to occupy ourselves with from here.
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What did you have in mind?
[He looks up at Kain curiously, happy enough to stay close to him]
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Can you sit up?
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Retrieving from his pants pocket a compact, white, silk gift box, he takes a knee - not unlike he did on the first day he met their adopted son, Joaquin, after all the commotion that occurred that late morning. ]
Antonio, I know we've only briefly spoken of this, but... if it is not too presumptuous of me to ask in spite of that...
[ He opens the box and presents it to Spain. Inside is a ring, six small diamonds set simply in the white gold band. The ring, sized for a male Antonio, ( ... )
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[Wide green eyes stare at the ring. Such a beautiful, simple ring. It reflects Kain's understated style and Kain is down on one knee and he's asking]
[Pain. What is that? Who cares for it? Not when he's launched himself (off the bed!) at his knight, like that day when Kain returned and met Joaquin for the first time, to get to him and kiss him because he's so happy. Oh so happy. So, so happy]
Kain...!
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Is that a "yes"?
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Yes! Yes, yes, yes...
[And there are kisses, along Kain's throat, his jaw, his cheek, his lips. The kiss deepens as Spain sinks into it more. He doesn't even notice the tears at first, too preoccupied with assuring his knight of his answer in action as well as words]
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It's all right, Antonio. Please don't cry.
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