Oh. My. Gosh. I am SO SORRY! Seriously, I'm a terrible human being. I've been meaning to update and such, but the Holidays have kept me insanely busy and then other stress-inducing things have come up and I'm just so frazzled!

HOWEVER, you WILL be getting your wonderful Christmas Eve stories! I promise! Even if it kills me, I will do this for you beautiful people.

So, in my feeble attempts to appease you, here is a Spamano drabble, that includes the last Spamano hint :D. I really do love all of you with my entire heart and appreciate all of the love and support!

Lovino sat on his bed, cradling his Chitarra Battente*. Christmas was coming soon, and as he always did around the holidays, Lovino was getting a bit depressed. It had to be the combination of the cold and his idiot friend, now boyfriend, annoying the crap out of him. Well, actually, Antonio had been gone for two days... which was the cause, sorry, which was NOT AT ALL the cause of Lovino's increased sadness.

Speaking of the devil, Antonio's car parked in his driveway, and Antonio ran out towards Lovino's house, grinning like a maniac. Lovino felt his heart speed up a bit. Finally.

He ran, er, walked calmly down the stairs and opened the door. "Where the hell were you, tomato bastard?"

Antonio's eyes widened, and he jumped on his Lovi, holding him tight. "I'm sorry, mi amor. I knew you must be getting sad, but I was so busy with family I couldn't come see you until today. I'm so sorry."

Lovino pushed him away, a light blush on his face. "It's fine. Don't freak out or anything. I, erm, I'm, uh..." Lovino looked down at his shoes, trying to get enough courage to actually say something nice. "I'mgladyou'rebackdammit." Well, okay, that was kind of nice, right?

Apparently so, because before he knew it, Lovino was against a wall and being kissed with the joyous excitement that could only come from Antonio.

Finally stepping back for breath, Antonio just grinned. "I missed you too, Lovi."

Said Italian studied himself, still a bit dizzy and incredibly embarrassed. "Yeah, well... You missed one of your idiotic traditions, I was just a bit frickin' worried because you never miss-"

"I didn't miss it!" Antonio said happily, interrupting the shorter boy. "The tradition isn't the Wednesday before Christmas, it's just the 21st, no matter what day!" Lovino cocked an eyebrow skeptically, but went with it anyways. "So.." Antonio said, grabbing Lovino's arm. "Your guitar is in your room, ci?"

Lovino tried to pull his arm back. "Yeah, but we always use yours for this, remember? My room is off limits, bastard."

Antonio pouted. "Aww.. but we never play in your room and your voice is so beautiful with your guitar..."

Lovino turned red again. No one knew he could sing, or even play guitar for that matter, except Antonio and his family. He loved playing and singing, but preferred it never to be mentioned. Especially by Antonio. "No it's not. And I never sing during this, remember?"

"Yep! But I will never stop asking you. It's part of the tradition! And hey, it might work some day."

Finally, the stress of missing, whoops, NOT missing Antonio, the holidays, the cold, and being depressed in general got to Lovino, and he did something he never, ever did: He gave in. "You know what? Fine. You win bastard. I will sing the freaking Christmas carol this year. But you are not telling another living soul about this and you will be quiet unless you're singing. Got it?"

Antonio looked like he might burst from happiness, but he decided to just hug the air out of his boyfriend instead. "Thank you so much, Lovi! Wow, I can't believe you're actually going to do this! You must have really missed me, huh?"

"I DIDN'T MISS YOU, IDIOT!"

Once they were both situated on Lovino's bed, one looking happy and expectant, the other looking like he wanted to die, Lovino slowly started to play. At first, the giant collection of sounds from Lovino's strumming seemed unfamiliar, but suddenly a tune Antonio knew all too well crept in. His eyes lit up, but a glare from Lovino kept him quiet.

"This is a one time thing, bastard," Lovino muttered as the tune started to pick up, and then he was singing. Quietly, of course, he never sang loudly when he was with another person, but beautifully nonetheless. "Feliz Navidad... Feliz Navidad...Feliz Navidad, Prospero Año y Felicidad."

Focusing on his playing; Lovino had basically played the instrument since birth but it still required focus, especially when he barely knew the chords to Antonio's stupid and cliche favorite Christmas song and was making everything up as he played, Lovino didn't notice Antonio inching closer to him. He didn't notice as Antonio crawled completely onto the bed and slipped behind him. He did notice, however, when a pair of lips made contact with his head.

He didn't falter. Nope, Lovino kept on singing and playing, even as Antonio continued to kiss his head and cheek. Finally, in an over-dramatic and somewhat frantic finish, he gave one final strum and ended. "See? There. I sang a stupid-"

Unfortunately, Lovino never got to finish his sentence, because somewhere between when he started and finished his song, Antonio had fallen even more desperately in love him than before (Which shouldn't really be possible, but whatever), and was now determined to kiss him senseless.

He did. Or, at least a bit senseless, it took Lovino about ten seconds to fully recover. "Right," he said, blinking. "You get way too excited about Christmas carols."

Antonio chuckled. "I think it's more your voice than anything."

Lovino turned a dark shade of red, and stormed out of his room. "C'mon bastard, you owe me hot chocolate now. God, that was the most humiliating thing I've ever freaking done. Hey, bastard! Hurry up!"

Antonio finally stood up, staring lovingly at his boyfriend's guitar before leaving the room. He really could listen to Lovino's voice all day.

* A Chitarra Battente is a type of guitar from Southern Italy that I came across and I think it fits Lovi's personality perfectly. It has these gorgeous undertones, but the strumming is harsh. I strongly suggest typing in Chitarra Battente on Youtube and listening to it being played. It's absolutely beautiful. :)

* *Stares.* Well. Would'ya look at that. That was... really, really cute. Although I fear it was a bit too romantic for a junior and a senior... I blame Junjo Romantica. Anywho, I hope it somewhat makes up for me being an awful person. :) As always, please guess and review! All of my EVERLASTING love! I really do love you guys! And I WILL publish those stories on Christmas Eve. Cross my heart!*