A Ukrainian's Snack

(Hey everyone, author here. I know everyone doesn't like vore or Hetalia, but this is my story, and it's what I chose to write and publish here first. Anyway, read it again if you liked it, don't bother leaving a badly written 'review' if you didn't.)
Her stomach growled again, and Ukraine sighed, rubbing it tiredly. She'd barely had food for the past week, and the Ukrainian was paying the price. A knock came to her door, and Katyusha stood up, walking to the door cheerfully.
It was Hungary, and her stomach growled louder. "Yes," she whispered to herself, "Elizabeta will do." She smiled, opening the door. Hungary smiled, obviously happy at being let in.
"My thanks Katyusha," the other woman said. "I decided to see you after these past few months-it's chaos, getting reacquainted with people. Are you okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine, Elizabeta. Come in," Katyusha invited, and the woman walked in, Katyusha closing (and locking) the door behind her. Unlike most buildings, Ukraine's was rather simple. A basement, ground floor, and an upstairs floor, since she lived a few miles away from an admittedly small city. She ran her own farm, which provided a source of both food and income for her.
"Your home is nice," Hungary noted, and the Ukrainian smiled in appreciation.
"Thanks," she blushed. "Why don't you sit down, have a break from all that standing?" Katyusha asked.
"Sure!" Elizabeta answered.
"I'll be back in a moment," Ukraine said, walking towards the stairs. "Going to check on something!" Hungary sighed, and relaxed into the chair, closing her eyes. She didn't see Ukraine come back, a towel dosed with chloroform in her hands. The only thing the Hungarian recognized was the deep embrace of sleep.
Ukraine giggled as she easily carried the now sleeping Hungary down the stairs into her basement. It had a few different rooms, but only one was completely soundproofed. Katyusha slightly groaned as she lifted up the hidden trapdoor that led into her most private and most hidden room of all-her hunger room. In here, she either dined on disgraced and lonely females, or on other nations. Mostly disgraced and lonely females though, she hadn't eaten any other female nation yet.
Once it was open, she dragged her soon-to-be meal into it, shutting it behind her. Katyusha laughed as Hungary began to wake up once she was tied up. "What the?" Her prey asked.
Ukraine had only bothered undressing her down to her underwear (and she had done the same), and Katyusha mentally laughed as she delicately put Hungary's feet into her awaiting mouth. She greedily gulped them down, quickly moving on to Elizabeta's legs, which tasted wonderful, and caused her to moan. The Ukrainian girl didn't bother with tasting the rest of Hungary's legs, moving on to her fairly thick (from all the hard work) thighs. The Hungarian slightly moaned as the sensation hit her, and tried to move her arms down to her vagina and breasts, respectively.
Ukraine finished tasting the other female's thighs, moving on to her nicely shaped ass. Here, she ripped off Hungary's panties-she wouldn't be needing those for at least a few months, since she wasn't exactly planning on digesting her. Once the taste was gone, the Ukrainian swallowed again, bringing Hungary's butt into her throat, creating a distinctly butt-shaped bulge. Elizabeta gasped as her decently big chest easily disappeared into Katyusha's maw, the Ukrainian swallowing again and again as she desperately tried to break her bonds.
"No! No! No, no, no, no, no-MHPPPPP!" She screamed as her head was brought into the salivating mouth, her long hair being what remained outside. Ukraine slurped it up like spaghetti, and then swallowed again, tracing Hungary's head until it was in her stomach.
"UUURRRPPP!" She burped loudly, feeling the remaining air from her stomach rush out. "Sorry about that Elizabeta," Katyusha apologized. "I was really hungry, and I didn't really have anything to eat. Then you came along, and I just...couldn't control myself anymore. If you had stayed the night, I probably would have eaten you in my sleep," she admitted, "and I would have likely digested you. I do not digest my friends and family, and you are my friend."
Elizabeta didn't say anything, she just kept squirming. The Ukrainian sighed, lifting her heavy and oversized gut up the stairs. "I guess it's time for me to sleep," she murmured to herself.