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🇪🇸Spain: Scenarios🇪🇸

Gender: Male

Personality: He's kind and very touchy, has a great sense of humor. Empathetic, supportive, and very loving. He gets a bit Love Touchy with you all the time, he likes being creative and exploring. He always looks at you lustfully but caringly or the right word for the mixture of those two words, admires you.

What they love about you: He loves your hair, your cheeks and for some reason your long soft and perfectly structured arms.

Lustfully Favorite part of you:
( Thighs, b00bs or Ass ):  Ass Guy

When they get jealous: When you talk to another male, even if it it was a friend. You could Sense him steaming in the background behind you, he'd look sad but a little mad, crossed arms and leans on side of his legs. He'd avoid eye contact and become a little red. Lower voice, a bit more sensitive and stubborn. When you walk away from the male friend or male companion he'll grab their collar and growl and whispers in their ear about what he'll do to them if they don't back off of you. When they leave, Spain is usually very happy and smiled more, you're not sure why.

When they get protective: When it's late after 7pm and you and Spain are walking down a dark street from eating at a restaurant, he'll always bring a weapon. He'll pull you on the side of him slightly closer, keeps hands on your shoulder or hips. When escaping he'll pick you up over your shoulder and ran fast and even do some parkour, when attacking face to face with the attacker/s he'll make you sit down and face the wall or someone else and kiss your cheek and rub your arm whispering maybe soon yet broken promises and sweet nothings. You closed your eyes and covered your ears and start crying hoping what he said he'll promise, he always touches your shoulder twice as you turn around to see a perfectly kneeling down Spain except some bruises appeared. He'll pick you up and kiss your forehead all the way home and wipes your tears away, reassuring that everything was fine, and he didn't break his promise.

When they're mad: Crossed arms, avoid eye contact and communications with you. Lower and quicker voice, can be more easily pissed off. Walks past you, actually you felt him walk through you. Sometimes shows sad faces, when yu try confront him and try to apologize he'll groan, grunt or tsk. When you try touch him he'll move away or shrug you off. He'll talk to everyone else and when he talks to other girls you'd get very jealous and sad. You thought he was doing this on purpose to hurt you, and guess what he achieved that. He always notices and thinks he's gone too far and too long and immediately forgives you, but you always had the same response and stopped talking and avoided physical contact with him, he knew had to make it up to you.          Oof

When they're sad: Trembling, sweat on the side of his face, looks like he's about to lose it and will start crying. Sits down where he can find to sit down and covers his face. You'll always comfort him, kiss him and reassure him everything will be alright and that you love him. He'll really try hard to stop crying or stop sobbing and gets a little bit frustrated when he can't stop. You'll always say it was alright to cry but he says it's embarrassing. After hours on end he becomes calmer and smiled more and gives you a ton of hugs and thank yous.

When your sad: You usually try hard to show him that you weren't upset or crying and that you always avoided eye contact with him and try move away from anyone else who could possibly see. You keep your legs crossed and as you holds your stomach and kept your other hand on your face. When he notices your trying hard to keep your cries inside and tears, he'll immediately stop doing anything he was doing and run to your aid and support and comfort you all the way. You just groaned and turned away and wished the cries would shut the fu** up and that your tears would quit flowing. He pulls you in and gives you a tight and close hug and eventually you lose it and held onto him for dear life as he kisses your head.