Well, it's not necessarily an argument, just Romano, shouting at Spain for no reason.
He doesn't mean to do it, it's just all he knows.
He's actually surprised that he put up with him. Romano wouldn't even be able to put up with himself.
He actually hated himself. He hated the fact that he simply has no room in his heart for love. No matter how hard he tried.
He does love Spain, he loves him more than he can say, literally.
He tries so hard to tell him that, but all that comes out his mouth is insults and curses.
Well, this time, Spain has had it.
He's sick and tired of showing Romano love, and having it thrown back in his face harshly. If Romano wasn't going to love him back, there was no reason to stay. He was leaving. He wasn't coming back until Romano learned how to, not only love himself, but others.
Romano was screaming at Spain while he was packing his things. He was screaming that if he couldn't handle being with him, he should go.
Romano watched as Spain stormed out of the house. Romano waited until he was out of the house to break down completely.
He bawled, bawled his eyes out. He begged for him to come back, like Spain could here him.
Romano thought that maybe it was right for Spain to leave him. Why live with a person who makes you feel bad?
The thing about it was, no one has ever made Romano feel so loved before. Spain was the only one that cared.
Through tears, Romano whispered, "Spain....don't leave me....please come back..I love you..."
What Romano didn't know was that Spain never made it farther than the front door step when Romano slammed the door.
He heard everything Romano said.
All he could do was whisper, "Romano...."