The sound of shotguns and rifles filled the air above Hikage as the cold air brushed against her face. Her nation was used as a training ground for all soldiers, from heroic commanders and evil dictators, to valiant leaders and deceptive mutineers.
One particular night the air was exceptionally cold, the frost on the leaves and grass seemed to have doubled, and people could swear hot drinks they had left outside had completely frozen into brown ice.
For Hikage, however, it was a normal day. She had grown used to the cold winter months and their spiteful weather. No, tonight had a different purpose.
Hikage had a job to do, and in her house she made the most important phone call.
"It's time." She said to the receiver down the line, and then hung up.
Hikage = Switzerland