Family Ties Question and Answer Round 2!

[hellzabeth]

Family Ties has now hit 60 chapters! \o/

And once again, to celebrate this glorious demonstration of my lack of a life or anything resembling sanity, I am opening up myself to all sorts of questions. Nothing that will ruin the plot, of course, but little niggling things that you're sure are never going to come up again, or stuff I may have missed. Ask what you want, but I hold my right to withhold information if it's integral to the plot or I want to watch you suffer.

And as an added, fun bonus, you can ask the characters things too! Like "So Israel, how are you and Palestine getting along now your mum told you off?" or "Hey Quebec, why are you such a pimp and what are you going to do to Russia?" or "Scotland, on a scale of one to ten how hard are you going to smack Russia in the face the second time you get a chance?"

Or there's always your regular old "Hey Pidge, are you forgetting about the might of the US Navy for a reason or are you just being forgetful like we know you are?" or "You psycho bitch stop killing off my favourite characters." or "Are you ever going to work on anything else?"

Aaaaaaand GO.

Comments

Don't be sorry, I opened myself up to them~!

[hellzabeth.livejournal.com]

Scotland: Glad to be back, lassie. Ma taught me magic, though the rest I just picked up naturally. There was that one Twelfth Night a couple centuries back where I turned Artie into a chick, but he started PMSing even worse so I changed him back. If ye want ta know how Ireland'd look as a man, look at North. Kid's like her male clone or somethin'. [Brb verbal keyboard smash.] I AIN'T BLOODY TELLING YE THAT!!
France: It was fantastique~! Though Scotland, you really do need to get more practice in.
Scotland: Wha- I- ye-
France: In fact, we can practice right now. [grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him into the other room] Au revoir!

Quebec: Of course I am 'appy to be a country! I 'ave worked hard for this my whole life! ... I am still new so I don't have many friends yet, but eventually... I'm sure... [Mumbles to himself for a bit.] Anyway! At night? I sleep. What kind of question is that? Hah. I will do more than slap that Russian bastard, but for you, a lovely lady, I will do it. Ontario is... [A long pause.] Well, the drop in population was a little much for him, and then the evacuation... Je ne sais pas.

North: I'm right here damnit! You can't kill me off that easily! Hah! [Smacks his author.] Put me back in the story! You've been writing too much of Scotty and his girlfriend!
Me: [Whimpers.] But there's so many of you... so many countries....
North: No excuses! Go!