Sometimes the things that Romano says really get to Spain.
Sometimes Spain wants to throw his phone and the grown and never pick up any pf his calls again. Sometimes he wants to scream in his face "YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE! FOR GET YOU, GO FUCK OFF AND SEE IF I CARE" but he knows that he would. He knows that if he did that he might as well just throw himself off of the Eiffel tower, rip his flesh off, rip his heart out, or lie face down on his head with a bucket of dark chocolate ice cream. Not dead, no, never dead. But the pain would be comparable to the bone splitting feeling of a broken heart, something he's not to sure that he can deal with again, especially from Romano. So he doesn't say that, and he probably won't ever. Before replying to one of Romano's snide, hurtful, self-deprecating, or just plain mean remarks, Spain thinks of a response deletes it and repeats this act twice more before hitting send. And those days when they see each other, he's so afraid, he so afraid that he'll fuck something up, get angry and have a slip of the tongue…Something fatal. Maybe…Possibly along the lines of "Go fuck yourself you spoiled brat, I don't love you, nobody loves you, get out of my sight" but he probably wont. It's always an inner battle for him though. He also is undeniably and alarmingly in love with the fucker. Sometimes he doesn't know why, those are the times that he has to remind himself that Romano loves him too, even if he has a strange way of expressing that said love.
But even so, sometimes the things that Romano says really get to Spain.