SPAIN: "I hate you lowly you think of yourself. I hate how everyone fails to make you feel as important and special as you really are. I hate that I'm part of everyone. I hate seeing you cry. I hate seeing that your expression is seriously upset instead of cutely irritated like it normaly is. I hate that I can't seem to get passsed your barriers. I hate that I can’t seem to get past your barriers. I hate that I hurt you… But there’s so much that I love too, Romano. I love the way you smile when I compliment you and you think no one’s watching. I love the way your face lights up when I give you something, even though you try to hide it. I love how you try to be strong even when I know you’re upset. I love how even though you keep me at a distance, you keep me closer than you keep others. I love you, Romano, and only you."

SPAIN: "Ah, my little Romano… I thought I’ve proved myself by now. I don’t love him the way I love you. I can never love anyone the way I love you."