"Who the FUCK are YOU to decide what I DO?" He's baring his teeth, a low growl erupting from his throat, a sound of warning. It makes his whole chest tremble, and he keeps on doing it, claws making their way to Spain's arms and digging in desperately, hopefully tearing the fabric and getting to his skin in some way. "I'll KILL MOTHERFUCKING ALL OF YOU if you don't get off me RIGHT NOW -- and I'll HURT whoever I WANT." By the way, he's smearing his own blood all over Spain's arms as he's trying to claw at him. This isn't helping to ease the cuts; in fact, he's only opening his own wounds further. Hope you like indigo.