Hetalia Fic Excerpt

Two things come to mind when you think of Ireland - potatoes and booze! (which I sort of resent even though it's pretty much true.) Or McDonald's Shamrock Shake near St. Patrick's Day. Viva la Mint Bunny!
After reading up on the history between Ireland and England and North Ireland, I decided to write a Hetalia fic to cope with it. Irish literature would back me up in making the character of Ireland a woman (and it would make sense that North is their child). While Irish literature would describe her as a damsel waiting for her knight to rescue her, I believe that knight is also her captor as women's studies courses would suggest (since that knight is England). Unfortunately, she's not very good at trying to save herself or get others to help her, as history would attest. Here is an excerpt from my fan fic, which I will never post in its entirety:
Dejected, England tried to persuade Ireland one more time.
"Please, England, just go away."
"Ireland, I'm trying to help you. If you would just listen to me-"
"No! For all that you've done I'm nothing more than your pet prisoner!"
"It wouldn't have to be this way if you had just converted like the rest of us. Why is it so different than the first time I met you?"
"I'll tell you what's different! Catholicism saved us from the Dark Ages. It was a gift between the two of us. What we had was special, and then your boss just threw it away to indulge his sexual desires without having to answer for it?!"
"I didn't like it any more than you did, but I've grown to accept it. The world changes, and we all have to change to keep up with it."
"The world isn't forcing me to change, it's just you and your boss. I love you, England, but this is tearing me apart!"
"How do you think I feel?! I've been sticking my neck out for you this whole time! Why can't you make it easy for me just this once? Do you think I like watching you suffer?!"
"Wasn't it you who told me that I had to stand up for myself, to fight back? And now you would have me roll over and accept defeat?"
"After all the times I've helped you, why can't you just trust me and do as I say?"
"Because I wouldn't be myself if I just gave up! I thought you liked me the way I am!"
"I do! I can't control what my boss does. I just want to keep you safe no matter what."
"Your boss's rule is suffocating. For both our sakes, it has to stop."
Having reached an understanding but no closer to a solution, the two calmed down and held each other. "I'm sorry I couldn't have stopped it sooner," England apologized.
"I'm sorry I'm so weak as to always need saving," Ireland murmured.
"I just don't want to lose you like I lost America." England was near tears at this point.
This shocked Ireland. "What happened?"
"He...didn't want me in his life anymore. He said he was sick of me telling him what to do. I knocked the rifle out of his hands...I could've killed him...but I didn't. I just couldn't...Why?"
Seeing him like this, Ireland was sympathetic. "You may do some cruel things sometimes, England, but deep down you're not cruel at all. Beneath that arrogant facade of yours, you're the sweetest guy I know."
England broke down sobbing. "Eire! I don't want to lose you too because of my stupid boss!"
"You won't. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here by your side, but you must loosen your grip a bit and let me do what needs to be done." They stood there in silence for a few moments before Ireland deigned to add in jest, "You know, maybe the war with America would have gone better if your uniform blended in more. A big white X on a red background is almost like a target, wouldn't you say?"
England laughed nervously. "You're right, I'll look into it."
"You're so silly," she teased him like in the old days. Putting her hand on his chest, she almost felt like undoing his collar, opening his jacket, and tearing off his shirt, but their relationship was already complicated enough, and it was about to get even worse.
And another thing, what’s with the people names they sometimes get tagged with? England is Arthur (obvious choice), and America is Alfred. This is perfect since Ireland can be the feminine Erin and North can have the male Aaron. I’m going to Hell for this, aren’t I?