Nobody threw Christmas parties like the Beilschidmts, and that was fact.

There was too much noise in this one house. Gilbert was drunk and loudly singing “Bring Me To Life”, Ludwig and a few others were playing Mario Kart, their grandfather Aldrich was getting flirted with an Italian who looked like an older Lovino, and then there was Christophe.

Christophe did not particularly fit anywhere. And he happened to be right next to you.