And merry Christmas!

As a present aaaand as a tribute to Vocaloid overtaking Misc. Movies as 7th popular misc. category, I decided to round everyone up and stick them in a house. Oh, the possibilities for drama! And romance! And...everything!

This is told from everyone's POV but I've only included 8 people, and 1 of them isn't even a POV. Anyway, enjoy!

I don't own anything apart from the awesome story. Please Review!


Chapter 1: Moving in, up, and lovin' Christmas

Hatsune Miku was bored. Bored out of her mind! Of course she didn't show it, she just played along with everyone else's excitement. However, she did not realise that everyone else's excitement was fake too.

As soon as Vocaloid had overtaken Miscellaneous Movies as 7th most popular Miscellaneous FanFiction category, the managers of the Vocaloid franchise had ordered all the singers (English, Japanese and the one Korean) to move in together. Everyone was more than a little nervous, having to leave their wonderful lifestyles for a cramped, 3-storey apartment and sharing it with…people! Some of which they didn't even like!

On top of this, Miku didn't even know why they were moving. Probably some bonding thing which would help boost their overall popularity. Just as long as no one was filming this; if they were, she'd see to it that they were fired.

The limo pulled up to the apartment. It wasn't bad. Modern-age, nice garden, and it backed onto a river. Obviously the managers had tons of money. A few of the others had arrived as well but it seemed to Miku that they weren't allowed in yet. There was a note on the front door as she walked over, and the others were crowding around it.

Moans of annoyance became the noise of the day. Miku wasn't one to disappoint.

The sheet said, 'DO NOT ENTER UNTIL EVERYONE HAS ARRIVED!'

It was also a dorm assignment sheet. 'Hoo-ray!' Miku thought sarcastically.

She studied the sheet and sighed. It wasn't the worst outcome; that would be having to live with Meiko, the big-breasted boyfriend snatcher. But it wasn't the best outcome either. She had Rin, that was good, and Lily and Miki would try to warm up to her, she knew that much. But Iroha and Gumi? They had much too realistic voices to be Vocaloids, plus she was a teensy bit jealous of them.

She needed a plan to survive the next year. Thoughts whizzed through her brain at lightning speed. By the time all the Vocaloids had arrived, she had cracked it. An evil smile grew on her face. If those two were going to ruin her life, she was going to make their life hell.

(Mizki POV)

The name sucked. That's all VY1 could think of when the managers gave her a stage name. Why couldn't she have been signed to Crypton? They had all the stars. She was signed to Bplats and Yamaha. Stupid Yamaha, even if they did give life to the whole Vocaloid thing. She and Yuma were outcasts. As well as most of the other Vocaloids.

Mizki, as she had officially registered along with VY1 without Yamaha knowing, stepped into the apartment and inhaled the clean air. She observed the surroundings with care, she wasn't the most sophisticated female Vocaloid for nothing. The place had traditional Japanese and Western components to suit all. All except one.

SeeU. Mizki couldn't help but feel sorry for her. What with being the only Korean Vocaloid and having a horrible name like that. Almost as horrible as hers. But not quite.

The group continued on through the ground floor, looking at everything in awe. For some it was better than they had thought. Others found it close to a dump. Mizki was content, she didn't get worked up on such things. She focused on the music; if the music stayed the same, she was happy.

The dining hall was separate to the living quarters and had enough space to expand for the oncoming rush of new generation Vocaloids. Mizki herself had just received an upgrade. Yet, they did not match the first two generations in terms of cutting-edge technology, and no one was actually taking them seriously.

The living room was new and refurbished, with big flat-screen TVs that sent some of the more…immature Vocaloids spinning.

The mass of people continued upstairs to the dorm rooms. This was where they would spend the next year of their pitiful lives.

Mizki sighed. 'It's going to be a long year,' she thought.

(Yuki POV)

The place was huge! And it had giant TVs and a huge table to sit at. But Yuki and Gach, as she affectionately called him, had to sit at a smaller table for the kids. It wasn't fair being a kid. But Mr. Hiyama said it's the best part of life.

She didn't think so. Neither did Gach.

Nothing much went through her mind as she settled down. Only apples, what a great house, apples, why do the grown-up women have to look after me… and apples popped up. As you can tell, Yuki didn't like thinking hard. She left that to the grown-ups.

(Yuma POV)

VY2 also hated his name, similar to VY1. So he created Yuma. Now he was stuck with immature brats that didn't know anything about music. He, of course, was a professional. The dorm assignment had gone very wrong, very wrong indeed. Instead of being assigned with the older males, he was stuck with the show-off Len, the baby Ryuto, and the cross-dressing, unsure-of-himself misfit, Piko. He especially hated Piko.

Yuma slumped on his bunk, yanked off his beanie, and turned on his MP3. His light pink hair was embarrassing at times, of course not as embarrassing as the loquat tree incident, but embarrassing nonetheless. But if Luka could pull it off, he could too. Besides, he must have done something right to have heaps of fangirls knocking at his door. And he didn't think it was his attitude, although that's what it actually was.

Attitude was what got Yuma in trouble all the time, and now he had to live with PEOPLE!

He knew what his next New Year's resolution was, and he didn't like it. Change. His. Attitude.

(Iroha's POV)

"It's mine!"

"No, it's mine! Can't you see the label?"

"There is no label! So give it to me 'cause it's mine!"

"SHUUUUUT UPPPPP!" yelled Nekomura Iroha. Miku and Gumi were in their dorm fighting over a hairbrush. Lily was trying to comfort Miki, like Miki was actually concerned for the two's safety. It was just the type of thing Iroha was trying to avoid. It was too cliché.

But Miku wasn't one to give up, However tough the fight was. The weird thing was, the brush was Miku's. Gumi was playing along with Miku because she had seen her purposefully place it in her bag. Iroha had stood, watching the two for five minutes, before snapping. Iroha knew Miku was jealous of her and Gumi, and she didn't want any trouble. She was not having the coming year ruined by a self-obsessed girl jealous of a bikie-chic. Inside was the only place to keep your rue feelings.

On the outside you had to smile, act dumb, or not say anything. Iroha did all three.

(Piko POV)

It was only a week to Christmas. Piko didn't see what the big deal was; he hadn't bothered to celebrate it in his life. But Leon had insisted he help with the decorations and the tree. As if there wasn't enough space already, the tree was taking up most of the living room.

He was standing on a ladder, about half-way up the tree, collecting baubles and other decorations handed to him by Leon. All the other Engligh Vocaloids were elsewhere, directing everyone else about how to properly decorate the house.

Why was everyone buying this? Even Yuma, the guy most likely to win the award for 'The Most Bored Person of All Time'. Piko thought at least he would have stayed in his room. Not that Piko thought it was a bad idea.

Piko looked up to Yuma. Even though he had made his debut before VY2, he was one of the last to do so and still felt a little unsure of himself. He admired Yuma for picking everything up so quickly, despite being the last Vocaloid2 to be contracted. Piko wanted to be like him, but he knew that would not be possible; he was just too shy.

"Hey, Piko. Snap out of it!" said Leon as best as he could in Japanese.

"Huh, oh sorry…" Piko replied in good enough English. How was he going to live the coming year speaking two languages.

However, the ladder was thinking about how it was going to survive another minute of Piko's weight.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

THUD. Piko was staring up at the ceiling with a ladder on top of him and a sneaking suspicion that the tree was about to follow.

"Darn it! We had that so close to perfect!" Leon hissed. "I'd better tell Al, but I'm afraid he'll…never mind, I'll tell Ann."

Piko had known this day would come. His first Christmas and it turned into a disaster.

(Mew)

"Umm, guys?" asked Miku at the dinner table that night. "The front door sheet says that someone's missing."

"What!" screamed Prima. "I double checked to see if anyone was missing!"

"Well then, it looks like the sheet has written a name itself, " Miku replied sarcastically. "It seems her name is…"

"Mew," came a voice from the front door. Everyone at the dinner table rushed to see the person known as Mew. What they found was a woman holding a cat. She was on the verge of emo/rocker chic.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Mew. Please don't introduce yourselves, I'll see to it that I get around to everyone. Oh yeah and some girl called Tone Rion is arriving tomorrow. I suggest you make a space for her," said Mew without any emotion.

And with that, she walked up the steps to someone's dorm.

"I hope I don't get stuck with her," whispered Miki.

(Luka POV)

"It's almost Christmas!" shouted Lola.

"And, it's time for present buying! I hope I get something nice," finished Sonika.

Luka smiled. In her mind, everything was calm. She had been nervous a few days ago when after that eventful dinner when she and Meiko had entered their dorm to find that Mew was their new room-mate. Rion had moved in without a hitch the next day. The younger girls' dorm was almost completely cramped full of people, and the English Vocaloids were now organising a blind draw to see who had to buy a present for who. Luka drew Gumi. 'Something carrot related, maybe?' she said to heself as she started to think of possible presents. 'A carrot peeler! No, she's too young for those presents. I know, a new pair of bike goggles that are carrot coloured!'

Luka congratulated herself on a momentous achievement. And that achievement was: thinking of a present for someone else.

Luka thought Christmas was a wonderful time, and she always celebrated it. The tree, the decorations in the home and in the city, and she couldn't resist those cakes, whether they were fruity or iced. However, she could see that some of the other Japanese singers weren't as enthusiastic. Like Piko, and…and…okay, it was just Piko.

So she gathered all the Japanese vocaloids into her dorm and gave the first gift of Christmas.

A pep-talk on why it was so important to have fun and enjoy Christmas. When Piko asked if he could be excused for the bathroom half-way through the speech, she slapped him and simply said, 'no'.

He was either going to enjoy Christmas, or she was going to make him hate the rest of next year.

That night, Luka decided to light the fireplace in the living room. Everyone was grateful as it was freezing outside as well as in, and no one could be bothered to light it. But Luka was a doing person, and she strived to get along with everyone. Knowing full English was an advantage, but she had to gain trust and really work to be accepted among the English Vocaloids. So far she had made friends with Prima, Sonika, Lola, Sweet Ann, and SeeU (even though technically she wasn't English.) the boys were tougher somewhat, which only made her more determined.

But she would leave that for another day. Tonight, she just sat down next to Meiko and Prima and relaxed.

It was the first time everyone had sat with each other, and just as if it had sensed this, the Earth gave them a 'congratulations' in the form of snow.


So, did you like it? The family drama is only a chapter away, then the real fun begins *evil smirk*

Different ppls' POV next time! Will be for new year as this was for Christmas! I was freaking out that I wouldn't get it out on time 'cause my internet has hardly any download left.

Stay tuned for the next one!

Ed