(Okay, so I am obsessed with LightningxFrancesco, especially lately for some reason. They seem so cute together [but I still ship SalQueen as THE ship], but I really want to write a cute fanfiction about these two silly bois. Hope y'all like it!! It's honestly kinda boring, but I thought it was cute)

-takes place after the Radiator Springs GP- (Humanized!)

Francesco didn't know what was wrong with him. He wasn't sick, with the flu or a cough, but he still did not feel completely right. This was a happy-sick feeling. Lovesick is probably the proper term. 

At first he ignored the feeling. He didn't even know the exact cause for this lovesickness, but he had a good idea who was causing it. That person was sitting across the room at Flo's V8 Cafe chatting with some of the other foreign racers. Lightning McQueen. Just the thought of his name sent chills down Francesco's spine. 

Ever since McQueen beat Francesco in his hometown of Porta Corsa, Italy, he has not looked at the young American racer the same. At first he was angry at McQueen; getting beaten on your home track isn't exactly something to be thrilled about. Although that was the case, Francesco began to see a different side of McQueen. Instead of being arrogant and bragging about the win, McQueen seemed to just brush it to the side as if it wasn't a big deal. For some reason, during that moment, Francesco began to fall for the handsome redhead. 

Francesco was soon snapped out of his thoughts when the group across the room began bellowing in laughter. McQueen was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. Francesco smiled dreamily in McQueen's direction. His laugh was adorable. 

Just as quickly as Francesco's smile appeared it vanished. One thing kept seeping into his mind, and that was McQueen's girlfriend. Although Francesco would love to experience some sort of possible relationship with McQueen, he wouldn't stoop so low as to separate the two. They both had such a loving look in their eyes, why would someone try to ruin that?

Francesco was once again snapped out of his thoughts as McQueen stood from the table to leave. Without thinking, Francesco also stood from his table and made his way towards McQueen. He was shocked at the sudden desperation his body seemed to feel. It felt like he was going through withdrawal.

By now he was walking right behind McQueen, almost able to reach out and touch his broad, soft shoulders. Of course, Francesco didn't really know what they felt like, but he had made some satisfying assumptions. 

He didn't think he'd be able to find his voice, but the words still flowed right out.

"McQueen..."

Lightning stopped and turned to see a red-faced and shocked-looking Francesco. He gave the brown-eyed Italian a curious and puzzled look, "Yes?"

Francesco thought he was going to fall due to weakness. He knew McQueen must be suspicious, and he knew his face must be sending some very mixed signals.

"Um, McQueen, Francesco wanted to see-a if he could-a come by McQueen's place for a bit."

Lightning still gave him a strange look but shrugged, "Sure."

Francesco silently sighed and began walking beside McQueen to his home. The two were silent the whole way, which was weird seeing as both of them always seemed to have something to say. Francesco also found it incredibly hard not to reach down and intertwine McQueen's hand with his own.

The two reached McQueen's house and walked inside. Francesco found it simple to just sit on McQueen's couch comfortably. It felt like they'd been together for years. McQueen just stood there, kind-of awkwardly. He had no idea why Francesco wanted to come to his house. Honestly, after all the racing and hanging out McQueen had done today, he really wanted to take a nice, hot shower and head to bed.

"So...," McQueen began, slightly shuffling his feet awkwardly, "Was there something you needed or wanted to talk about?"

Francesco looked slightly frightened. Was his love for the racer that noticeable?

"Um...what does-a McQueen think Francesco wants to a talk about?"

McQueen shrugged, "I don't know, that's why I'm asking you."

Francesco sighed, but he still remained slightly flustered, "Oh...heh...McQueen, can't-a Francesco just-a stop by and hang-a out every now and again."

McQueen noticed the uneasiness in Francesco's words and grew suspicious, "You seem nervous, Francesco. Is something wrong?"

Francesco was trying to work out a suitable reply, but was speechless when McQueen sat down beside him. McQueen looked into Francesco's eyes trying to figure out what was wrong with this typically confident and cocky Italian. 

Francesco couldn't help himself. His body was going against his better judgement again. Francesco slowly began inching closer to McQueen's lips. They looked so soft, and he just wanted- no NEEDED- to feel them. He lightly pressed his lips to McQueen's.

The kiss was short as McQueen sprang up from the couch, his face completely red.

"FRANCESCO!!!! WHAT THE HELL???"

Francesco knew he'd just ruined anything that he had with McQueen. Their friendship, and possibly even something more.

Francesco looked down shamefully, not knowing what to say.

McQueen wiped his mouth and stomped towards the door. He quickly swung the door open and motioned with his entire arm, "YOU NEED TO LEAVE!!!!"

Francesco still hung his head in shame, but then he worked up the courage to look up into McQueen's raged and confused eyes.

"I'm-a sorry, Lightning."

Lightning's entire face softened and was replaced with shock. Not only had Francesco used his first name, but he actually spoke in first-person.

"Wh-What?"

"Francesco is-a sorry. He didn't mean to-a ruin his friendship with-a McQueen. Ever-a since the race-a in Italy, Francesco has-a felt something for McQueen."

McQueen paused and just stared at Francesco, not entirely certain of what to say. McQueen wouldn't lie, but he did begin to sense a change in the Italian ever since that race. Instead of always being around McQueen and annoying the hell out of him, Francesco seemed to be more distant and silent.

Lightning sat back on the couch next to Francesco, all anger leaving his face. Francesco sadly looked up towards the redhead, "Francesco is-a sorry, McQueen."

Lightning smiled softly, "Hey, it's okay. I should've noticed that something was bothering you. Yeah, you can be extremely arrogant and annoying at times, but I still consider you a really close friend."

Francesco listened intently as McQueen continued, "Honestly, you're pretty attractive. Actually, VERY attractive. I can relate with Sally on that one, but that's the thing. I'm in an amazing and wonderful relationship, and I don't wanna lose that. Maybe in another life this could've been something, but in this life, I don't think it will."

Francesco smiled and nodded, completely understanding, "Of course-a, McQueen. Francesco wouldn't wanna ruin McQueen's relationship with-a Miss Sally. I would-a love to be friends."

McQueen and Francesco smiled at each other.

"I'm glad you're okay with this Francesco. You're always welcome to visit, but I think I'm gonna go take a shower and lie down. It's been a long day."

Francesco nodded as McQueen stood and started making his way to the bathroom. Before he got too far, Francesco rushed behind him and hugged him. Francesco was so tall, he had to basically bend over to hug the little American racer. Lightning was caught off guard, but he still mustered up a smile as he patted the Italians arm.

"Alright, alright. Love you too, Francesco. Is that what you needed to hear?"

Francesco smiled wider and nodded, gently letting Lightning go, "Does-a McQueen need help-a with his shower before-a Francesco leaves?"

McQueen smirked and chuckled, "You wish," as he disappeared behind the bathroom door, leaving a shocked and flabbergasted Francesco in the living room.

(Okay! Here she is! Hope you guys liked! I'm not good at all with Italian accents!)