Spain x Reader- What does that mean?

"I'm sorry, mi amor, I have been very busy."

"Where are you going, mi amor?"

"Let me me help you, mi amor."


You sat on your cremè-colored couch, thinking over how many times Antoino had called you those two words. You weren't exactly the best in Spanish, so you only knew a few words. Those two not being in your dictionary. Frowning, you got up, and walked into your bedroom. Maybe a good nap would help clear your mind..?

Nope.

You lay on your (insert color here) bed sheet, and lay on your back, just staring up into the ceiling. After a few seconds of absolutely nothing, you got up. You had to to find out what that meant. You //had// to find out.  'I can't just go up to him and ask him..he'll think I don't like him calling me that! I mean, I don't know what that means, but if he calls me that all the time, it must be good..right?' You thought, pacing back and forth. Finally, you slipped on your shoes along with your coat, and left for Antoino's house. Once you reached his house, you knocked on his brown door. "I'm'a coming!" A snappy, Italian accented voice yelled from the other side.

Once the door opened, you saw Lovino, Antoino's younger brother –who wasn't Spanish, but Italian– standing there. "____? What do you'a need?" He asked, leaning on the side of the door, a confused on his face. "I'm here to talk to Antoino," you said with a smile. "Is he here?" He shook his head. "Sorry, but he's not," he said. "He went to the store. Hell be back soon, so why don't you just wait here?" You gave him a smile, and thanked him. "Graciás, Lovino~." He blushed slightly. "Shut up'a." Giggling, you took of your coat, hanging it on the coat hanger by the door.

"Can I ask you something, Lovino?" You asked, as you sat on the couch. Lovino nodded, as he sat next to you. "Sì." "Antoino keeps on callin gme 'mi amor'. What does that mean?" Lovino's eyes widened. "That means, 'my love' in Spanish..!" You blushed deeply. "Wh-what?!" The door opened, and in walked Antoino. "I'm home, Lovino-! ____? What are you doing here?" He asked, confused.

Lovino said nothing, got up, and left. You stood up. "Uhm..sorry that I came on such short notice.." He smiled, "it's fine." You said nothing as Antoino took the groceries that he bought and put them in the fridge and/or pantry. Walking back into  the living room, where you sat on his light green couch.
"So, uhm, what do you need, chica?" "You know how you call me 'mi amor' a lot?" You asked. The Spaniard blinked. "Yes..?"

"Lovino told me what it means..and I want to know why you call me your love?"

"..I think that speaks for itself, señorita."

He walked up to you, and held your hands to his chest, where you could feel his heart beating wildly; yours doing the same. "Te amo, ____." His emerald eyes were full of love, and you couldn't turn away. "Do you..do you love me, too? I mean, if you don't, that's-!" You kissed him, shutting him up. He put his hands arou d your waist, pushing you deeper into the kiss. After parting, you hit him playfully on the chest.

"What do you think, dummy?"