Just once, before it's too late.
Summary: Mathias' love for Berwald is killing him, has been for so long, that he had learned how to live with the pain and forgotten about the lethality of the flowers growing in his lungs. Until one fatal night, that is.
Content warnings: major character death, graphic descriptions of choking, vomiting, self-mutilation
Author's note: This fic is part of the Hetalia Dark Collection where I was teamed up with the awesome @ironicorange ! Check out his illustration for the work here!
With a dull thud Mathias slumped against the wall. His head hit the tiled wall of the bathroom hard, but the pain was hardly present, being just a little itch compared to how the rest of his body felt. He started to feel light-headed again and reached for the sink to his right. With every last bit of strength he could wring from his tortured self, he managed to stumble the few steps to the side and steadied himself.
Mathias’ grip onto the edge of the sink was hard enough to make his knuckles go white, a sick contrast to the red stains of the blood he had coughed up earlier on his hands. Compared to his feverish body temperature, the cold porcelain felt as cold as ice. It burned, but the pain on his skin was calming, almost grounding.
For a moment Mathias thought he would be okay, but then his body suddenly convulsed again.
The sharp pain that came with every heaving breath became nearly unbearable and Mathias closed his eyes. Focus. You can’t die now. Please. He was not sure who he sent his pleas to, but there had to be someone, something, out there who cared. Who might hear him. Who would end his suffering.