Start running Torres

I'm so sorry about that but I love these two way too much (come on have you seen Torre's freckles?! How can you not love them?! He's perfection)

*sbam*

- Merde, croissants damnés -

The noise of something breaking and a series of colorful french curses woke him up from his beauty sleep. He turned in the sheets and found the spot next him empty, like he would have guessed.

- Je vous hais -

El Niño growled and buried his freckled face back into his pillow.
He couldn't believe it, it was Sunday, Sunday, and the french plague in the size of a chihuahua, worldwide know as Antoine Griezmann (or Le Petit Diable, if you prefer) was messing around the kitchen at fuck o'clock in the morning. On rest day.

At the third broken sound he heard he decided that was better and safer if I'd go downstairs and check on the little troublemaker that was welding pots and pans in the kitchen judging from all the noise he was making.

- Argh, merde -

"Okay, better going and check before he'd burn the damn house down" sighed exasperated the spaniard leaving the lovely heat of the bed's covers looking for his joggers.

- Anto...? - asked tentatively the blond peering his messy hair head into the kitchen.

A that was a mistake. A really really really big mistake, nearly as big as that one time he had decided to give Grizi a chance.

Antoine was standing in front of the kitchen counter, covered in flour head to toes, stretching himself up trying to reach the highest level of the cupboard.

Fernando couldn't hold back himself any longer and bursted into laughs making the French jump out of his skin in fear.

- Oh... Good morning Nando - smiled guilty Antoine once he has recovered from the heart attack the blond had given him while trying to hide behind his back the breakfast he had baked for the older with all his love. It had meant to be a surprise.

- 'Morning Anto - smiled the spaniard sitting on the kitchen table with a smile still on his lips.

God, he couldn't ever be able to resist to that little mess, he just couldn't. They'd call the housekeeper later to take care of the "explosion".

- May I ask you what were you doing? - asked Fernando making his way up to the brunette.

- Uhm... - blushed Antoine shaking some flour off his head - I was trying to reach the sugar on the top shelf - confessed then with an annoyed tone the striker crossing his arms on the chest.

- You were... trying to what? - bursted into laughs for the second time in a row Fernando receiving a furious glare from Antoine that seemed pissed off.

Actually a lot pissed off.

- Yeah, trying to reach the sugar because you always put things on the top shelves due that's pretty much eye level to you and so you think it makes sense but exCUSE ME, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED YET I'M ACTUALLY THE SIZE OF A SEVENTH GRADE CHILD AND WHY ARE YOU PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE TOP SHELVES THAT'S BASICALLY A DIFFERENT ATMOSPHERIC LAYER TO ME YOU SENTIENT TREE - stormed Grizi pointing his index to the taller whom was watching him wide eyed.

It was so frustrating being short on times to times. And that was one of that, because, what the hell he was just trying to be nice to his Fernando but his freaking height made it all vane.

It was just so fucking frustrating goddamn.

- Ehi Anto - smiled the spaniard receiving an apologetic look from the french - come here - added opening his arms and letting the brunette crawling into him and burying his face into his bare chest.

- I hate it. I was trying to surprise you -

- Well, let's say that you did. I would never expect to be woken up at seven in the morning, on Sunday, from my little trouble maker that was trying to bury himself under a pile of dishes - laughed Fernando making Antoine sigh in resignation.

They stayed hugged to each others for quite a long time, Antoine enjoying the heat of Nando's skin, when the spaniard managed to ruin the atmosphere.

- Do you need me to take it for you? - asked Fernando kissing the top of Antoine's head.

- HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE VERTICALLY CHALLENGED - shouted the french trying to escape Fernando's hug but ending up just making him laugh harder and hold him closer.

- Okay, then -

After a few more moments in which Antoine tried to hit the blond with a wooden spoon he finally managed to calm down.

- Nando... - mumbled Grizi poking at the older side - can you take it? - sighed the french making El Niño smiling softly and picking the sugar from the shelf.

They ate breakfast peacefully after that, sit on the counter of what it looked more like a battlefield than like a kitchen.

The croissants ended up being delicious, Antoine was really good at cooking (and Fernando knew it far too well), and with the added sugar on the top they were just perfect.

- Ehi Anto - said Fernando finishing up his coffee.

The younger turned in his direction looking at him silently telling to keep talking.

- How tall are you even? - laughed the spaniard making Antoine dropping the croissant he was eating back into the plate.

- Start running Torres -