This one's a bit shorter, but has a few nice jokes in them at least.
I won't be home rest of the weekend so the new chapter will be up on monday or something. also, I'm already nearly finished writing the whole thing, unless I will add a bonus chapter, but don't worry, I think the whole story will be done by the end of next week (if my beta reader cooperates U_U)

Enjoooyyy ;D

Francesco grabbed McQueen's hand again and pulled him into a hug with the other and he petted his shoulder "Let's go with the stairs, si?" He kindly asked. Lightning nodded, still shocked of what just happened. He led him down the stairs to the main floor. Francesco fetched two drinks for them downstairs and took Lightning outside to sit down again "Drink up" he said as he gave Lightning the dispensable cup with coffee.

Lightning accepted it and started nipping his coffee as he looked over the parking spots, hoping his car was actually there so he could leave. "Thanks" he mumbled. Francesco left his arm lying over Lightning's shoulders to keep comforting him. "So, you're going home now?"

"Sí, Francesco will call his mama to pick him" He said shortly. He needed to call her fast, he had enough for today. He had been reminded to his failure a few times too much. "You 'a see that road over there? On the other side of 'a that road, you can 'a take the bus to 'a Santa Ruotina" he told Lightning. "Francesco would 'a bring you home himself if he had a car, but he hasn't, and Francesco and his mama will have dinner once she has picked him up, and it would get 'a cold if we needed to 'a bring you to Santa Ruotina"

"Yeah, Yeah... how late is it anyway?" he said while he drunk some more of his coffee.

"It has 'a been half past seven" Francesco also drunk some of his own cup of coffee as he played a little with his phone.

"Is it really that late? Wow it feels like its still 5 o clock..." Lightning said as he started to laugh to ease the atmosphere a bit, but he soon stopped as Francesco didn't cheer up or anything. "Well that means I get to call for a pizza or something then. That is possible in Italy right? Or does that break the pizza law or something?"

"CALL FOR PIZZA?" Francesco repeated in shock. He actually wanted to ditch the other and go eat his mama's homemade pasta, but the terrible idea of his friend, having no choice but to CALL for pizza gave him chills on his back.

"Uh yeah, or is that out of question in Italy, then I'll need to find a supermarket first and then heath something up myself. Oh fuck I don't even know if my apartment has a microwave..."

"MICROWAVE PIZZA? NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. YOU ARE GOING WITH ME." Francesco said while he threw his coffee away in his rage. No friend of his would eat second rate pizza as long as he was around.

Lightning raised an eyebrow "There's nothing wrong with-"

Francesco put his finger in front of Lightning's smooth lips and made a shhhh sound. He took his phone and called his mother. He cheerfully greeted her and started talking to her in Italian about the fact that Lightning absolutely needed to have dinner at their place. McQueen just looked at him with a weird look as he finished his cup of coffee. He tried to recognize any words but he ended up being too much distracted by the sweet sound of the language itself. Until he said something along the lines of 'Ciao mama'.

"You 'a will be eating with 'a Francesco and his 'a Mama, She will pick us up in a half hour down at the street 'a over there" Francesco said as he pulled his finger away from Lightning's lips. "Good 'a boy for staying so quiet all the time" he added.

McQueen laughed a bit "Really, it was no problem at all; I could also eat some bread at home if I couldn't find anything else for dinner. I'm used to eat crappy sometimes. Besides, now your mother needs to make more right? Oh and I just remembered Fillmore told me he'd keep a plate of food for me and-" He was cut off by Francesco who looked at him in a scary, stern way.

"You are eating at Francesco's place"

"But-"

"Not but. McQueen, you are eating at Francesco's place, my mama is preparing something more especially for 'a you"

"Francesco, really-"

"No"

Lightning pouted a little. What was this guys problem, a few minutes ago he sounded like he wanted to get rid of him as soon as he could. He was just staying with lightning because he was upset because he had to go to the hospital, that was the only reason Francesco stayed with him now. "And I feel fine, so you can leave now" He added to be sure that Francesco didn't feel like he had to watch him like a babysitter.

Francesco raised an eyebrow at Lightning, not believing he would be doing alright alone. "Look to 'a your left McQueen, that 'a woman over there is about to 'a give birth" Francesco said, while pointing to a woman, being held up by her husband as she was exhausted and probably ready to give birth. "And see that man over 'a there in the wheelchair? He 'a sure had some 'a surgery-"

Lightning looked away with a bright red blush on his face "Stop it, I didn't need to see that"

"You are such 'a bambino, McQueen" Francesco said with a teasing voice as he grabbed Lightning's hand and pulled him up "Let's 'a wait down the street, my mama will pick us up there later, but let's not 'a be late" Francesco started walking back to the main street, pulling lightning along.

"Wait did you just call me a kid?" Lightning asked as he pinched Francesco's hand.

"Sí"

Lightning shot him a nasty glare but then started grinning. "How does it feel then, to be beaten by a kid on your own track?"

Francesco pinched Lightning back, slightly harder then Lightning had done himself, making Lightning squirm a little before he let go of the other's hand. Francesco looked around at the street and crossed it a few seconds later since the streets were oddly quiet. He didn't look back at McQueen who hesitatingly followed him. Francesco noticed Lightning's face was still as red as his mother's pasta sauce, which would have made him smile normally. But today's lost was really putting him down.

Lightning kept looking away from Francesco, as the whole situation had become a little awkward with Francesco ignoring him after his remark. Lightning undid his jacket and put it on again as darkness befell Porto Corsa. It was usual for him to put his jacket back on when it got dark, since back in Radiator Springs it meant that the temperature would drop quickly. He zipped the jacket up to his chin and looked around at the deserted streets.

If Lightning had been a tenth of a second slower today, these streets would probably be packed with people celebrating Francesco's victory. It seemed so odd how small choices and actions could be so important. A tenth of a second. In which Lightning was able to reach for the Grand Prix Trophy. Doc would be so proud.