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Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my OC's. And please bare in mind how little (Absolutely nothing, to be honest)That I know about France, the language and the Natives. If I get something wrong, please let me know and I'll change it right away!

This is,

Ah, The Life of a Snow Princess

Enjoy.

There are love stories that last for almost no time at all, love stories that never happen. Love stories that go slowly, and love stories that start quickly. Love stories that last forever.

For a special boy-Like, special special-There was a quick start love story, that lasted for awhile.

It's probably too complicated to tell in whole. There's probably even less of a reason to tell in whole. After all, the parts that matter most are afterwards.

The special boy's-Again, special special-name was Leo. Leo Valdez.

He wasn't the luckiest man.

In his 24 years, he's lost his mom, ran away eight times, saved the world once, bought and owns an mechanic shop, and became a rich inventor at a young age.

But no. He wasn't the luckiest.

Since he had left camp, at eighteen, he's had his share of girlfriends.

And yeah, some really did like him and he really liked them. But they tried to change him too much, or they were too annoying/annoyed.

And sure, a lot of the girls just wanted his money and fame.

But still. He's had his share of girlfriends.

Then, one day, he was in France. He was at a Car Expo, selling an engine he made to the highest bidder.

Walking around Leo met a pretty girl. She was standing around, with a clipboard, in case there were any buyers.

It seemed that that day, lots of men were thinking about "buying cars."

Though, and I'll admit it, not many were coming to her. She's young, had her hair in a messy french braid, and was wearing an old pair of jean shorts to the knees, and a tank top.

Leo went to meet the pale girl, only to be intersepted by her father.

And that's where this story begins.

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Leo took a step forward, preparing the best French pickup line he knew-And that had about a ten percent less of a chance to getting him slapped then most do-When another man stepped up to her.

He was older, old enough to be the young woman's dad. He took the clipboard from her, and turned just as Leo reached them.

Oh, shit.

"Oh, Bonjour! Avez-vous des questions?" The man grinned at Leo. He had grey hair and tan skin, blue eyes. But he seemed quite nice, if his grin had anything to say about it.

Leo hesitated. He understood that but he was scared that if he started speaking, he wouldn't be able to end. The conversation, that is.

"Uh, yeah, quel genre de ... Quel genre de voiture est-ce?" Leo struggled. Dammit. He should have just asked him to ask the women if it hurt when she fell.

Fell? Why, when you fell from heaven, of course.

The blonde woman was behind the man, having to lean to see. The two shared an amused look, then turned back to Leo.

"Américaine parlant?" The man asked.

Leo shamefully nodded his head. So much for being proud at his language skills.

The man laughed, then said in a very French accented voice, "Ah, yes. We get very many of around the world here. You are interested in the car?"

Leo turned to the Renault. Eh. It was ok. But he didn't need a car.

"Well, kinda I guess-"

"Here." The man looked into the distance, frowning. "I have work elsewhere, but my daughter here-" He brought her forward. She had her hands behind her back and she was smiling casually. She looked at Leo then looked away at her father.

"Aurelie, she can help you with anything you need."

Leo said this was good, and the man left. Leo turned to Aurelie, flashing her his best grin.

She continued to smile. Aurelie had gotten the clipboard back, but she must have sensed he didn't really need it. She kept both hands on it.

"So, you know my name. Yours?" Aurelie to had a french accent. No surprise there. He grinned bigger at the sound of her voice.

"Leo. Leo Valdez." He gave her a charming half smile and reached his hand out.

She nodded and shook his hand-Her small pale hand looking even paler against his tan skin.

"Hello. You like cars?"

He nodded. He refrained himself from saying-"Love them! Love talking about them, love looking at them-Same goes with you, though." 24 years old and a few girlfriends later, he's not the same little fifteen year old.

"What about you? Dad drag you here?"

The girl laughed and brushed her hair back, glancing at the direction her father went.

"No. Not really, I am off of work for few days, it is tradition for us to see it together." She showed him the clipboard. "We volunteer."

Leo raised his eyebrows.

"A tradition? Now what is such a pretty girl doing getting interested in a bunch of cars?"

She frowned at first. Leo thought that maybe she hadn't understood. Then she raised her eyebrows slightly, like she just figured out? Leo wondered if she really knew English.

That may not be so bad, though. If he messes up, he can just say something else.

"Oh, well, my dad is a mechanic. I grew up working in his shop." Leo nodded at this.

"Yeah, my mom had one. Now I own one, back in America."

"But you are here?"

"Yeah. I can't help but love these shows." Leo grinned, but secretly wondered why he didn't tell the truth. He built an engine, and everyone who wanted to buy it came here, and bidded for it. Most girls would be impressed by an inventor.

Eh. If she works in her dad's shop, she's probably not one of those dumb girls. Leo isn't really into what would probably be only a one night stand, anyways.

"You own one? All by yourself?"

Leo hesitated at this one, grinning he said, "I've got employees, but yeah. It's all my own." She actually looked impressed.

"But hey, you said you got off work for a few days?" Leo asked, "What do you do?"

The girl gave a sigh. She put her lips in a-What are you gonna do?-smile, and shrugged while saying,

"Mainly I work in my dad's shop, doing some… Work in fashion in Pari."

Leo grinned. Cool, a girl into mechanics-or at least cars-and fashion. Plus, she's hot but is wearing High Tops. Leo is thinking that he might really like this girl.

They continued small banter. Leo began to realize that while Aurelie knew more English than Leo knew French, it still wasn't much.

Still, in the end, they were laughing and having a great time.

Leo heard the screech of a microphone, and the host came to give a speech. It must have been good. There were laughs and cheers. But Leo only understood a word once and then.

Everyone was coming closer, pushing everyone around, and by the end, Leo was about five feet from where he was. But he couldn't see Aurelie.

He looked around, but nowhere he looked did he see blonde hair, pale skin, and ice blue eyes.