A Christmas at Wammy's

A/N Hello Death Note fandom! I've been thinking about Christmas for awhile, as most people have with the holidays only a few days away! Well, mostly my Xmas thoughts have been about what our our favourite Wammy boys would think about this lovely season. Just a heads up, A LOT of Mello OOC and if you squint a little bit of MXM fluff. Rated T for Mello's mouth, fluff here and there and for security reasons just in case.

Disclaimer- I don't own Death Note, obviously.

CHAPTER ONE- A Mello in a Pear Tree

Matt POV

I'm woken up at 7am by the blonde haired, chocolate addicted, female bodied, hot tempered 14 year old I call my roommate. Okay, why? Normally, I don't wake up until 1 in the afternoon and Mello studies calmly until I wake up. Well, he could be building a Nuclear Bomb to drop on Near's head but I'm too zonked out to notice.

"Wake up Matty!" Mello yells as he jumps up and down on top of me, "It's Christmas!"

Oh shit, I forgot! I hate Christmas anyway, the whole season just makes me want to drive my cigarette through my head and end it all. What exactly is the point in wasting money celebrating the birth of some baby who didn't even exist? Mello has other ideas; he loves Christmas and the whole season of giving. He loves snow, being Russian. He loves Christmas day service at the church, being catholic. He loves all the chocolate, being Mello.

"Get up! Get up!" Mello screams in my ear, bursting my ear drum. I pray to Zelda that I'm not deaf. I really liked that ear, I could hear things using it. Could.

"Mell, five for minutes, please!" I moan back, muffled by the pillow I had placed over my head, either to drown Mello or to kill myself. I'm not quite sure yet.

"But Matty..." Mello pouts, I've never seen him pout before. It's kinda sexy.

"No!" I scream back at him, my almost endless patience finally reaching its limit, "Just go away!"

"Please Matt," Mello begs, he never begs. Now I know he really wants to see what "Santa" brought him. Mello doesn't believe in Santa. Probably. I think. Last Christmas, Mello dressed up as an elf as a dare, Mello never says no to a dare. Ever. He made me dress up too so he wasn't the only one looking like an idiot. Thanks Mells. A cigarette addicted, introverted, gamer elf? Seems legit.

I drag myself out of bed and immediately pull the duvet over myself. It's fucking freezing! I stare out of the window, my goggles giving the world a slightly odd, orange tinge. Snow covers the ground, the sky is a dull grey colour and the pond water had turned to ice over the night. The windows are frozen shut, a layer of ice slides off the roof as a flock of geese fly over. The evergreen trees stand their ground against Jack Frost, others have already surrendered. Some might call it beautiful; I just can't concentrate, it's too cold for that. Thank Zelda most criminals take a break around Christmas.

"Can we go now?" Mellow asks, I nod and we head for the door.

The corridors are just as cold, I swear I can see my breath even though it's inside. Mello seems to be enjoying himself, he breaths in testing how cold the air is. He's obviously comparing how cold England is to Russia. I can't imagine how cold it is in Russia, I don't really want to. I've spent enough time listing to Mello talking about how it can snow in the middle of summer in Moscow. Mello suggested that when we leave Wammy's we could go on holiday in Russia. If it's this cold in summer, I don't think so. I pull my Gameboy out of my jacket pocket, the jacket hasn't left my body since October and the Gameboy hasn't left my pocket since forever. I'm quickly engrossed in the game and Mello has to steer me down the corridors.

Mello POV

Matt barely notices as he almost trips down the first flight of stairs. I've had to put my chocolate away so that I can concentrate on making sure Matt doesn't kill himself while he's too busy playing what I think is Pokémon. I'm sure as hell that he would be happy to die playing his games. Well I sure as fucking hell wouldn't like him to die on Christmas day. Well, any day really. I don't want Matt to die, never ever.

We're not the first ones in the living room, 10 kids are already here. Plus the fucking albino sheep. He's sitting on his favourite spot on the floor, his hands rubbing together to warm himself up. I hope he starts a fire due to the friction, that would be the funniest thing. That would be the best Christmas ever. Linda's wrapped up in a blanket, kind of like a caterpillar. Her feet are covered with a pair of fluffy, over sized slippers that look like they could cook her toes off. Wimp. English people have no idea what the meaning of 'cold' really is. In Russia, it would be about -17 Degrease Celsius. If you step out of the door in Russia in the middle of winter then your toes would drop off in an instant. Moya mat' used to say 'Тис суровой зимы, когда один волк съедает другую. I've never seen any wolves eating each other in England, but in a Russian winter it's common to find a wolf carcass surrounded by their blood stained pack mates. English people have no idea what the meaning of 'cold' really is.

Matt curls by the fire, pulling the duvet tighter around himself. He goggles steam up due to the change of temperature. Matt can complain about the cold, he's the only one who's really allowed to complain about anything. Matt hates the cold, he spent three years on the street before coming to Wammy's, he got hypothermia and he would have died if Watari hadn't found him as soon as he had. Matt told me why he had been kicked out; his father had refused to let him stay after Matt came out as being gay. That bastard of a father kicked his own son out just because of the gender he likes. Thank God his father isn't here right now, or else he probably would have hated us both. Well, Matt doesn't get to sleep in his bed on his own most nights. If you know what I mean.

Rodger comes down the stairs, the rest of the Wammy students trailing behind him, a multicoloured train of pyjamas. He looks happy, which is a rarity. Mainly Roger's busy lecturing students on the advantages of behaving according to the rules. I'm normally the one being lectured, and of course Matt's there to back me up.

"How about we open the presents?"

So? You like it? Please review, it's my first fic and I hope people read it.

Translations: Moya mat'- my mother

'Тис суровой зимы, когда один волк съедает другую.- 'Tis a hard winter when a wolf eats another.

Okay, I used Google Translate because I do not know how to speak Russian. Got a problem with it? Don't really care.