I wrote this fanfic for my own literary enjoyment and wish to share it with other APH fans. The chapters I post here are not to be taken seriously and I apologize if I offend anyone. Also, I do not support or condone any of the themes I use here. Thank you.

MAJOR WARNING: dark themes (blood, gore, violence, death, cannibalism, etc); implied rape and necrophilia; explicit language and sex scenes; inaccurate historical references; slight OOC; NSFW & R-18

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the APH characters or the franchise; Axis Powers Hetalia rightfully belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

~ Cum Deo pro Patria et Libertate ~
~ With the help of God for Homeland and Freedom ~

She giggles as the woman seated in her lap runs her fingers through her long damp curls. She slips her arms off the tub's edge and wraps them around the other female's waist.

"Having fun?" she croons in her partner's ear, lightly nipping at the cartilage.

"Of course, darling, you know how much I enjoy our baths together."

"As do I. Now lean up so I can wash your back."

The water sloshes around their bodies as the woman seductively wiggles off her nation's lap and leans forward, brushing away any loose strands from a messily-prepared bun from her back. Smiling, the nation reaches to her left and grabs a washcloth off a small table littered with fragrance bottles and soaps. Once the cloth is fully saturated, she runs it up and down the woman's back in slow circles, kneading the pale skin.

"Does it feel good, Mistress?"

A low mutter and the slight nod of a head answer back.

She slides the cloth lower, leisurely inching toward her partner's backside. "How about here?"

The woman's moan hitches in her throat. "Darling…am I beautiful?"

"Yes, you are very beautiful," she routinely answers, not missing a beat.

"More beautiful than the angels?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"More beautiful than you?"

She pauses, hand poised above the woman's hip. "Why should you not be? You are my most special person after all," she coolly responds.

"Promise me, darling. Promise that I'll be beautiful forever."

Unbeknownst to the woman, the nation gives an iniquitous smile, leaning forward and embracing her mistress again. She brushes her lips along a pulsing jugular, pressing her ample breasts against the other female's back.

"I promise you, my lovely countess. I'll make sure that you stay beautiful until the end of days…just like now."

"Excellent, darling. Now then, I believe we have stayed in here long enough. Be a dear and dry me off."

"Yes, Mistress."

Placing the sullied cloth back on the table, she rises up from the tub and steps out, her bare feet tingling from the cool floor. The woman watches her nation walk to the cabinet and glowers in envy at the young female's supple body.

"Oh, make sure Giselle thoroughly cleans up after we leave. It would be a shame to lose such a nice girl," the woman casually says, absentmindedly swirling the bathwater before standing.

"I will."

She returns with a large fluffy towel, wrapping it around her dripping countess and proceeds to dry her clean. As she does, she kisses away any stray droplets, enjoying the unique taste of the bathwater. Her mistress shudders from the light touches, prompting the nation to leave behind a few grazing bites along her inner thighs when she kneels down to dry her mistress' legs and feet.

"Shall I join you in your chambers later?" she asks, leisurely rising once her task is done.

The woman playfully sneers, grasping her nation's hips. "Yes…and do not wash up. You are just going to get dirty again, darling."

"Of course, Mistress," she purrs as she deeply kisses the smirking countess.

They indulge in a few heated kisses. Their faces flush from their bubbling arousal. Tossing the towel away, she picks up a discarded ornate robe from the floor and drapes it over the woman's naked body.

Countess Báthory dismisses any further help, tying the robe shut herself, and departs from the bath chamber, leaving her nation alone.

Hungary retrieves her own robe and slips it back on, yet leaves it untied. She runs her hands through her still-damp hair, carefully untangling a few curls. She notices blood staining her fingers when she pulls them back. Hungary does not react as she stares at the red liquid and then licks a slick digit. Humming in delight, she skips out of the room, leaving bloody footprints in her wake.

"I promise, Mistress…I'll make us beautiful."