The health-giving country [Hetalia]

Meeting in NY

The Plaza, New York, America ┬┴┬┴┤･ω･)ﾉ

Hancock impatiently taps her foot on the carpeted floor of the lobby, impatiently. "Where are they? Where can they be? How hard can it be to show up on time!" she fumed clenching her fist angrily.

"Err... mam?? Are you okay?" the receptionist asked nervously seeing irritation marks from the personification.

Getting out her phone and ignoring the thousands of texts messages from various countries she opened her lock screen and dialed and putting it on her ear, "Pick up, pick up" ------

"Hold up- dui bu chi!-- Gutentag mutti!" Drake answered his phone, but he seemed to be occupied with the way he was speaking.

"Drake." Hancock says in a threatening tone earning a nervous laugh from the other end, "I don't care what the problem is - just get here."

Drake gulped from the under end, "Yes general- I mean mutti"

"Good, you have 5 minutes," Hancock told before hanging up, as she put her phone back into her purse and she continuously taps her foot again.
"Goa~~" Greece called, getting her attention.

"Oh Greece, you're early," she says before her eyes landed on the bundle of fur on Greece's hold. "Sooo cute" just as she was about to pet it Greece spoke.

"He's sick." immediately Hancock took 100 steps back away from it. Greece didn't raise an eyebrow at her behavior instead he continued raising his voice to her "I have another favor to ask you."

Goa gave him a thumbs up "uh-huh, I'm gonna ask everyone about their health crisis' in the meeting make sure to remind me." she added earning a nod from the country before he walked to the cushions and fell face forward onto it taking a nap. Goa sweatdropped at normal Greece, 'I'll actually make a note of it now"
"YOOO GOA, DUDETTE!" she didn't need to turn around to know who that was - America.

"Hi, America how are you this morning?" Goa asked turning around with a smile on her face.

America was holding a bag of McDonald's and was chowing them down, "I'm good *chomp how are *chomp you, dudette."

Goa sweated at the calories present before her eyes, "I could be better." she said nervously, discretely directing her gaze from the calories already starting to feel dizzy from it, "Both Xelin and Germany are late" she told.

"Xelin?- You mean Drake?!!" America asked with wide eyes and with fear?- no can't be.

Goa nodded her head slowly, "Yeah, my son - you remember?"

"Of course I remember." America then scratched his head and dropping his burgers, "It's just hard to imagine how fast he's growing, he's turning out to be a real superpower now."

"Are you scared of him, America?" Goa inquired.

"What? Me, scared? - No way! Your hero never gets scared!" America perks as he laughs overdramatically.

Goa sweatdropped "Yeah..."

"My boss is just on my case to have good relations with Drake." America continues, "I owe you and your family a ton of money."

"What does that have to do with Drake though?" she asked.

Pulling her closer America whispered, "That dude will send out nukes without a second thought if he finds out that-"

"Mutti!!"