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Okay it's a little late this time but it came already!

Anyway Family Ties has hit chapter 80 which means I have reached the point where I am banned from having a life ever again I am opening myself up to questions my readers want to ask me! This is partly because this story is so big and widespread that I can't possibly fit all the details in by myself, or even think of some of them. Most of my stuff is made up on the fly anyway, and so my dear readers, we must help each other out! You ask me questions on the nitty gritty of FT, and I will answer to the best of my ability! (Unless they're spoilers.)

As with the other two rounds, you can ask characters questions as well! Such as "Quebec, are you wearing a receptionist uniform as well and if so how short is your skirt?" or "Hey Portugal, did you get it on in a sexy foursome in the back of that van yet or are you saving yourself for England?"or "Say Hong- I mean New China, are you going to cut your hair back to the usual style or keep it as it is?"

But there's always "Pidge, are you completely insane and trying to destroy the largest, most unconquerable country in the world (Russia)?" or "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HAVING AMERICA DO TO UKRAINE YOU CRAZY BITCH" or "Are you ever going to finish this thing before Part 100?"

So on and so forth. NOW GO! \o/

Family Ties has officially hit 40 chapters! *streamers and party poppers*

In celebration of this momentous occasion (read as: the proof that I truly have no life and don't particularly care) and also because this whole story is far too big for me, the author, to handle, I am standing myself voluntarily in front of the firing squad. By which I mean, you are all allowed to let rip and ask any questions you want!

To make this more fun, you can even ask questions of certain characters, such as "Hey Wales, what was the poker incident of 1972?" or "Hey North Korea, why are you such a crazy psycho and who's bright idea was it to give you nukes?" or "Russia, when the hell are you actually going to tell us what you're planning?"

Or you have the regular flavor of "Hey Pidge, were you aware of [insert treaty name here which invalidates a point in the story] or are you just purposefully ignoring it?" or "Oi you, the world-destroying psycho, what the fuck compelled you to do that to Scotland?" or "What are you smoking and where can I get some?"

Fire away, and most importantly, have fun!