It's been awhile since I saw Princess Fragrance, and I'm pretty sure this completely disregards the ending. Sorry.

Ship suggested by guest "The Watcher".

ALIROSE

Paris was so totally awesome.

First a random blonde girl ran up and gave Ali this super weird bobblehead doll thing. Then a pink-haired supervillain lady came after him and he got saved by superheroes!

One day, and Ali knew he would never want to leave Paris...if it weren't for the fact that he really loved his parents, who would refuse to leave Achu.

Ali sighed dreamily as the ladybug girl swung away, leaving him in the park. Aaah. Beautiful, beautiful Paris-

wait. Was that someone crying? Ali didn't understand. How could anyone cry in the best city in the world? How could anyone be unhappy if they were in Paris, where there were superheroes and supervillains and super-awesome adventures?

Well. He guessed maybe the supervillains were unhappy. But they were bad guys! It was OK for them to be unhappy. Everyone else couldn't fail to be happy here.

...right?

Ali looked around for the source of the crying. "Hello? Sad person?" It was getting louder near the bench, so Ali climbed on it and looked behind.

The pretty blonde girl looked up. "Oh! Your Highness! I'm sorry if I bothered you!" She scrambled up and began to back away, bowing.

Ali scrambled over the bench and grabbed her hand. "No, no. I am sorry. I am the one who bothered you. And please, my name is Ali."

The girl offered him a smile. "R-Rose."

Ali grinned at her. "Hi, Rose. Could you show me around Paris? I want to get ice cream, and see superheroes, and ride a carousel, and climb your Eiffel Tower, and eat sweets all day!"

Rose giggled, tears forgotten. That gave Ali a rather warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. "I can help with all of those! Let's go to Andre's."

As they walked, hand in hand, Rose started telling Ali about Andre. "Andre is magic. His ice cream reflects your soulmate." She sighed. So did Ali. He liked the idea of soulmates and true love (especially since he'd probably end up in an arranged marriage), and he liked this girl.

Rose told him about her friends' Andre's flavors, too. "Marinette gets mint and peach, Nath gets lemon cotton candy-"

Ali made a face. He'd tried plain lemon juice once, and he wasn't sure it would go at all well with cotton candy.

Rose was oblivious. "-Luka, he's in Kitty Section like my best friend Juleka, he gets dragonfruit and chocolate, Juleka gets raspberry coffee, Adrien gets strawberry chocolate chip, Chloe gets really red raspberry…"

Ali scrunched his face up. None of these flavor combinations sounded good. This Andre must be crazy.

Rose pointed. "Hey, look, we're almost there!" She tugged him excitedly onto the bridge.

Ali thought of his schedule, and his strict diet. No one would be happy if he did this…

He raced towards the ice cream stand, pulling Rose behind him. If the ice cream was horrible, at least he'd have fun being with his new friend! (Rose was the best thing about Paris so far.)

"Two please!" he told the ice-cream man.

"Hi Andre!" said Rose. "This is-"

"Ali," Ali said, before Rose could add Prince. She smiled at him.

"Ah," Andre said. "I think I have just the thing." He scooped ice cream into two cones. Handing one to Ali and one to Rose, he said, "For you, strawberry for her smile, banana for her hair. For you, toffee for his skin and chocolate for his stare."

Rose turned to stare intently at Ali. He looked at her, confused, then down at the ice cream in his hand.

Oh. Huh. Ice cream...Rose. Ice cream...Rose. Wait…

The banana ice cream...He held it up, squinting as he compared. It was the exact shade of her hair. And the strawberry looked like her lipstick.

Ali took a tentative lick. The combination tasted the way Rose made him feel.

"I think your Andre is for real," he breathed, conscious of Andre making an excited squealy noise behind them.

Rose smiled innocently at him. "Of course he is! He's Andre."

Ali was not sure how that followed.

Then Rose leaned up to kiss his cheek, and he decided it didn't matter.

He kissed her back, in a slightly different place.

Seven years later, to the day, Juleka adjusted the rose in her best friend's hair as Rose looked anxiously in the mirror.

"Are you sure I look okay?" she asked.

Juleka laughed softly. "Marinette designed your dress. You look wonderful."

Rose inhaled resolutely, and, holding her bouquet of red, pink, and white roses like a shield, marched out into the church.

Juleka and Marinette smiled at each other. Their smiles fell when Rose squealed, "I can't dooo it!" and darted back.

The people of Achu stared as their soon-to-be princess was frog-marched up the aisle by two very determined dark-haired young women.

Even the priest sounded unsure as he began the ceremony.

But the king and queen of Achu clapped loudest of all when the prince swept his bride into a deep, passionate (perhaps not entirely child-appropriate) kiss.

Ten years later, Princess Violet of Achu begged her parents for the story of their first meeting.

Five years after that, she visited Paris and found Andre's grandson.

Eleven short years after that, Rose and Ali became grandparents….on the anniversary of their first meeting.

Any comments or constructive criticism welcome. Can anyone guess who's with who from their Andre's flavors?

Next chapter should be up within a week.