Lovino swears! wow so surprising. Just a warning. *mentions of sex!*

Christmas was beautiful. Snow sprinkled over the trees like frosting, twinkling in the sunlight, lovers cuddled up to another for warmth. Boy did Antonio long for that. He'd give anything for his fiery Italian roommate to catch on to his flirting and just date him already.

But everyone knows what Lovino Vargas was like. Loving him was like loving a cactus. Sharp, painful but sweet and warm. It was intoxicating. The scent of Lovino alone could make Antonio Carriedo melt. Yearn for his touch, his voice, even shouting curses, his eyes. Him. He was perfection and nothing less. The spaniard was thoroughly obsessed with the small Italian.

Everybody knew it, he didn't care. Lovino made him smile! But unfortunately for him the younger male absolutely detested him. To a point of pure hatred and several attempted murders. Not that Antonio really minded, he enjoyed the idea of that angelic face being the last thing he ever saw.

He just preferred to kiss it and hug it first. (Not to mention some more explicit things.) But that was never going to happen. Maybe he'd have to settle for Francis afterall.

He almost threw up at the thought but it was true. He didn't want to be alone forever! He groaned and leaned back into the sofa. He'd been up waiting for Lovino for hours because he'd gone to his brothers for Christmas eve, and hadn't come home yet. It was 11:30.

The door slammed open, a loud cracking noise echoing throughout the house. 'Speak of the devil.' he thought. "Fucking bastard!" he yelled, chucking a bag as hard as he could down the hallway and at the wall. A distinguishable thud as it dented the wall was heard.

Antonio got up and approached his friend. "Now Lovino what's got you so upset, mi tomate?" he inquired. Lovino glared in his direction. "Shut up. I'm not a fucking tomato. Now get your head out of your ass and get the fuck outta my way bastardo."

Antonio stepped aside and let the angry man through. He stormed past and into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine from the cupboard and opening it. He poured a glass and downed it in one go before beginning to pour another. "Oh dios, Lovino! Slow down! Are you trying to get drunk." the spaniard received a glare and a soft "Shut up."

"What on earth are you doing!?" "Fuck off you slut. You think you're better then me? You're not. I don't sleep around. But you. You do. And I have to find out from my brothers damn boyfriend of all people! You fucking slept with Gilbert!"

Antonio looked taken aback. "Th-that was a long time ago! I was just a teenager back then! Hormones, Lovi! Cut me some slack!" "NO! You knew me back then! Why not me? Huh? Am I not good enough for you? Is that it? Because you never react to me! I tried being sexy, helpful, hell, I even stopped swearing for a week! Nothing!"

Antonio looked at him sadly. "B-but... I thought you hated me. I tried getting your attention too! I swear!" He took a step towards the explosive Italian in front of him. They were close now and Lovino had to look up a bit to see Antonios eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he noticed something on the ceiling.

Toni looked up too. Shit. He forgot about that. "U-uh Lovi don't get mad. I-" "Shut up." Lovino interrupted. "If you're gonna hang that at least stick to it. Why?"

"Um... Why what Lovi?" "Why'd you put it up dumbass!" "Oh that... Ah... I wanted maybe a little bit... A kiss." He blushed. Lovino rolled his eyes. "No shit. From who." Antonio avoided the searing amber gaze. But managed a small huff of anger. "There are only ever two people in this house Lovi." Lovino blushed but yelled anyways, "Then why haven't you kissed them yet!?" and forced their lips together.

Antonio stood shocked for a moment but kissed back with much fervor. Finally he got to kiss his Lovi. And Lovi, his Toni. But he'd never admit that he liked it let alone that it happened. But from that day on they kissed everyday, with much resistance from Lovi of course but they both enjoyed it.

Their lips in a hot, perfect meld, textures clashing, chapped on smooth, rough on cautious, fierce on passionate. The perfect mix. A mix anyone would love to have. Never take for granted, kisses under the mistletoe.