Predefined things that have to appear:The Christ Child, a game cube, heart boxer shorts, cheese fondue

patience, patience!

It was Christmas Day and everyone was waiting at the table, but as long as someone was missing, Count von Krolock didn't want to start eating, so Alfred was asked to see where in the world Herbert was.
However, when the young scientist knocked on his room door and there was no answer, he carefully opened it and peeked through. No Herbert far and wide. However, his interest was piqued by a letter. Slowly he approached the desk and picked up the envelope. This was addressed to ...
"The Christ Child?" Read Alfred and wondered what Herbert had to write about the Christ Child. Should he take a closer look at the letter, it wasn't taped up or anything like that yet.
" What are you doing here?"
Frightened, Alfred winced and turned around with a swing to look into Herbert's questioning face."Well," said Herbert and took the letter. "It's not for you, honey."
"D-May I please find out why you are writing the Christ Child?" Alfred asked carefully, kneading his fingers a little nervously from the horror.
"If I tell you that," breathed Herbert and was only a few centimeters away from the young vampire's face, "I have to bite you!"
At the last word, Alfred winced. The earl's son laughed and put an arm around the frightened man in friendship.
"I came because your father ..."
"... want me to finally come to the table, I know," finished Herbert and sank down on his bed.
"Yes ... and why didn't you show up long ago?" Asked Alfred.
"I had an urgent letter to write," he waved the letter.
The young vampire sat on the edge of the bed and looked curiously.
"What is it, sweetie, maybe we want to play a little?" Asked Herbert and grinned."Playing? But the food, your father ..." Alfred began to argue.
"Has time, they won't die," interjected Herbert and dragged his loved one out with him. The older one pulled him with him for quite a while and soon he was leading him up one of the towers.
"Wow," was the only thing Alfred had to say about it. His admirer had taken him to a room that he had never seen since he lived in the castle. The room was cozy and modern, with a cozy couch, a TV and a Gamecube. "But how ... what ...," he couldn't find any words. Where did Herbert get the things from?
"I ordered over the Internet," said Herbert, who had already guessed what Alfred was thinking.
The brown-haired now looked at a desk on which a computer stood. Vampires have a bit of modernity too, what a thing, thought Alfred.
"Come on, let's play," said Herbert and led Alfi to the couch and pulled him down. A few seconds later both sat at the Gamecube and slaughtered orcs in two player mode (What they are playing * hihi * ^ - °).At first Alfred had some problems handling the unfamiliar object, but after a few laps he got the hang of it.
"No, ah, I'm almost finished," Alfred fevered for the life of his character.
"You're not doing anything to my Alfi, you bastard!" Shouted Herbert and killed the enemy with his figure.
The two slaughtered as if their lives were at stake. After a few exhausting laps, both were thirsty and Herbert hurried off to get a little refreshment. With the elder's haste, he lost his letter, which Alfred was eyeing. Should he take a quick look? Herbert would need a while. After some discussions with his conscience, my curiosity won. Slowly he unpacked the note and read it.
"Dear Christ Child, I know Christmas is only just over, but I am writing to you so that the chance increases that you will read my letter before the next party. Maybe you know but maybe you could help me that my flame des Heart, who bears the name Alfred, likes me.Is a really selfish request, but I would like to make him happy. Thank you in advance, your Herbert von Krolock. P.S .: I'm really sorry that I tried to bite you a few times, it's just a habit. "
Alfred stared at the paper and didn't really know what to make of it. Apparently Herbert tried EVERYTHING so that he might like him. With a small sigh he put the paper back in the envelope and not too soon. Just as he had put the letter back on Herbert's page, Herbert came back with two glasses in his hands. They sat comfortably now and sipped quietly from their drinks. Alfred glanced at Herbert a few times, the letter now haunted his head. The young vampire struggled with himself to do that now.
"H-Herbert," Alfred stammered and looked at his neighbor, who was just bringing the glass to his mouth. "II really like you."
KLIRR. When Alfred said that, Herbert was very frightened and happy, taking the glass out of his hand, including the contents that spread on his pants and the floor."W-what?" Asked Herbert, dazed by what he had just heard.
"II like you," Alfred repeated and smiled shyly and squeezed his glass so hard that he crushed it and now got soaking wet pants as well.
Neither of the two really knew what to say, Alfred not because of a certain sense of shame and Herbert not because of the excitement of his feelings.
"Well, it would be good if we got rid of the wet things, wouldn't it?" Herbert thought after a few minutes of silence.
"Um, yes," answered the younger one and watched as Herbert got rid of his wet pants. He could clearly see that the count's son was wearing heart boxer shorts.
"Off with that stuff, otherwise you'll get something away," said Herbert, fumbling with the science assistant's belt, which held his breath in shock. "What it looks like," said Herbert and grinned when he saw what Alfred, who had defended himself a little and then endured it, "we're going to buy it in the same shop."Just like Herbert, Alfred wore the same heart boxer shorts. Then they probably had something in common, at this thought Alfred and Herbert smiled and suddenly they both laughed. The atmosphere between them was now as loose as an overstretched rubber band.
"Tell me," began the brown-haired man as they both put on new pants, "haven't we forgotten something?"
"What?" Herbert looked questioningly at his sweetheart.

"Where are you staying?" Sarah asked, protecting her head on her hands and looking bored at the cheese fondue that she would like to have in her stomach.
"Who knows what they're up to," said Magda with a few ulterior motives and grinned.
"Can't we start after all?" The girl wailed.
The Count, who had been brought up really well, stubbornly persisted in his manners and was against it. No matter how long it would take, they would have to wait. What they couldn't know was that the two boys had made themselves comfortable with drinks and nibbles and continued to gamble.The two had really already forgotten to eat with the other. And so the others sat there, with growling stomachs and at the end of their patience.