Craving A Taste

Natalya has always had something that hounded her. Why was it that she was always craving a tate? Of course, it isn't one she can name. What does she want? She visits a small bakery daily, because the pastries of Lilli, the lovely young lady who ran the small shop, were sublime, and nearly satisfied her. But not quite. What is the taste she craves?

This is a hetalia BelaLiech fanfic. It is yuri (lesbian), so if you're not into that that's cool, you needn't read.