Lightning and Francesco walked downstairs together, Francesco supported Lightning, maybe better than needed, with his arm around Lightning's thinner but well-formed waist. Lightning was keenly sniffing the air as they got to the kitchen, where their well-prepared dinner stood. "Wow, Francesco that really looks delicious!"
Francesco proudly walked over to the table and shoved back a chair for Lightning to sit on "Accomodarsi, McQueen!" he said, taking place on the other side of the table after Lightning sat down. "Buon appetito" he said as he took a decent first bite of his pasta, watching as Lightning uncomfortably started eating too. They didn't talk much during dinner, which was unlikely for both of them. Both Lightning and Francesco usually talked a lot during dinner, but Lightning enjoyed the food too much, and was feeling too sick at the same time to talk, and Francesco understood and respectfully kept quiet now.
Lightning gratefully ate all of his food, though his body was aching in a very odd manner. He didn't knew what he could do to ease it at all, though the nap he just had and that pasta he just had did feel really good right now too. Lightning was scared that he'd might throw all of it up later however. He sighed heavily as he supported his head with his hands as he watched Francesco still finishing his own plate. Why was he feeling so sick right now, the first guests had arrived, so the nerves should settle down now, but they didn't.
A few minutes later, Francesco finished eating and cleared the table. "Would McQueen still like a dessert, or are you too sick for that? Francesco doesn't want to make you nauseous." he asked from the kitchen.
Lightning began to become really suspicious about Francesco being in his kitchen, fearing he made either a mess or put everything in the wrong place, or that he'd use all of the supplies he had. Lightning didn't even know he had all the supplies for Pasta in his house. Lightning quickly declined a dessert. When Lightning looked at the clock, it turned out to be over 7 pm now. Reminding himself there were no pressing matters going on for the next two days, he tried to relax a little. The first three participants had arrived, including himself, 4 out of the 11 participants were here. That was nearly half of them already, or maybe just over 1/3th, but either way there wasn't anyone arriving in the next two days, so he could calm down.
"Francesco, did Sally stop by today?" Lightning asked as he started to shiver a little from the cold.
From the sound of it, Lightning's Italian visitor was busy with doing the dishes for him. Francesco laughed loudly from the kitchen at Lightning, making Lightning blush in some sort of shame, as he probably said something stupid in Francesco's opinion. "But 'a McQueen, you have 'a been out for just a few hours, why would 'a she already stop by while Francesco is taking 'a care of 'a you?"
Lightning groaned back at Francesco. Sally was probably worried about him, she was the first one to actually notice that he wasn't feeling well. Lightning embraced himself as he started shivering even more. It was pretty odd that he was cold, as the temperature in his house should be kept stable and if it was needed, the temperature would be automatically adjusted. "And is it cold here, or is it just me?" Lightning asked after swallowing to regain some of his voice's lost volume.
He could hear the water tap being closed, soon followed by Francesco's footsteps as he returned to Lightning. Francesco studied the Lightning's face, while Lightning looked away, feeling really stupid for being sickish. Francesco placed his hand upon the other's forehead again, to feel that the situation had worsened, Lightning's forehead was burning hot. "That doesn't feel good, McQueen, you can better get 'a back to your bed. Should I take your temperature, or do you 'a believe me?" Francesco said as he started to rub Lightning's arms in an attempt to make him feel a little warmer.
"Oh damn, I'm so stupid, why am I getting ill before a race, I'm never ill, why now, seriously" Lightning complained as he weakly tried to get up, with some of Francesco's support. "And I'm not just going to lay in my bed all day when more racers will get here. And I'm certainly not passing the race, not matter how much of a stupid fever I might have" Lightning angrily said as the two of them went back to Lightning's bedroom. "And I don't want to sleep either! I hate being sick."
There was still a smile of amusement on Francesco's lips as he brought the smaller boy back to his bed. Lightning, even though he was sick, could always make Francesco happy somehow. His childish fit about being sick was the cause this time. Of course, Francesco was seriously worried and hoped Lightning soon got better. He was really looking forward to his rematch with Lightning, he knew he would get a hell of a challenge. Lightning wasn't somebody to make an easy course, and given the surroundings, there would be a lot of dirt. For his own wellbeing too, he therefore wished that Lightning got better soon, to help him race on dirt as good as he could.
Lightning wanted to take off his clothes but Francesco stopped him. "McQueen, your 'a temperature should 'a stay constant, so you should keep this on" Francesco decided as he pulled the sheets off the bed, to tuck Lightning in himself.
Lightning was still holding on to Francesco, as his body was keeping Lightning warm as well. While holding on to Francesco closely, Lightning tried to look up to the other, who was nearly a half head taller than he was. Francesco noticed and looked down a little and smiled to Lightning. "You surely want Francesco to stay with you until 'a you fall asleep? Or can't you fall asleep 'a with Francesco around you?" Francesco asked as he sat down on the bed, pulling Lightning on his lap.
"Or you can leave and get me some other company, but it's too early to sleep so I do want to be with someone, even if it has to be a noisy arrogant Italian." Lightning said as he pushed himself even closer to Francesco, seeking his body warmth, "though you are really enjoyable as a furnace…" Lightning admitted, not shivering anymore at all.
It was nearly bad, how much satisfaction Francesco got out of this. He quietly sniffed the other's beautiful butterscotch blond hair as he held Lightning in his arms. It felt good to have Lightning in his arms, and he would be sleeping with him tonight as well, though Lightning maybe didn't knew yet. And even more so, he was looking forward to after the race. Francesco had it all set in mind, just like he promised himself back during the real World Grand Prix, he would win Lightning with this race. There was not trophy, this time, but Francesco would take Lightning as his Trophy. Even if it were just for one night. He would outdo himself with the race and win. He would win all.
Francesco pulled Lightning down on Lightning's bed and pulled the blankets over them. Francesco moved himself, with his full body, on top of Lightning on his bed. "Is it good like 'a this? Warm enough?" Francesco asked smilingly.
"GET OFF ME," Lightning moaned in pain as he tried to push Francesco off himself, he was getting nauseous because Francesco wasn't quite as light as a feather. "My stomach hurts, Francesco…" Francesco quickly rolled off him, but still held Lightning in his arms. Lightning moaned a little more in pain while he pulled Francesco closer, pressing Francesco's warm body against his own. "Damn, I want to feel better…" he said while he tried to ease his pain by moving comfortably to Francesco's chest, getting nice and warm feeling, and putting pressure on some parts of his body to ease the pain.
Francesco did not mind it at all, he actually rather enjoyed Lightning moving against him, "get better soon McQueen, do 'a you want to sleep already or will you 'a stay awake with Francesco?"
Some things were colliding in Lightning's head again. Francesco seemed like he would stay here with him until Lightning would literary sent him away. But where would Francesco go if Lightning sent him away? And what would Lightning do if Francesco went away? He was laying really nicely with Francesco here. He wasn't yet sure if he could trust Francesco, but on the other hand, Francesco had never done anything to him to break his trust in any way. "I dunno," Lightning mumbled, hiding his face in Francesco's shoulder, "but I'm fine like this…" he could as well use Francesco right now.
Francesco carefully stroked the boy in his arms, careful to not hurt him or anything like that. He needed to keep himself from calling Lightning fragile, as Lightning still called Francesco fragile regularly, but this time, Lightning was the one in bed fragile. Lightning, who deliberately shared his bed with Francesco. Of course, Francesco knew that this was just because he was sick, but Francesco was determinate that with this, he was getting closer and closer to get the talented American racer for himself.
accomodarsi = sit down
Don't expect much more Italian anywhere, I've been raised with Hetalia fanfiction where you got flamed for google translate. I'd only use Italian after a whole lot of research about the context and grammar so no sexy Italian from Francesco, unless I might stuble upon a Italian who'd like to help me.
Sorry for the relative long wait, I'm writing two fics at the same time and I'm busy with making cosplays, so the progress is going reaaallly slow.
