One day Chopin was compose at piano. He was making Croatian National Anthem.
"I make song for strong CROATIAN," said Chopin.
And so Chopin composed the song.
Meanwhile, Polka was sitting around in that forest with all the purple flowers and shit, when suddenly she saw someone dead on the floor.
"Oh no" Polka said, "You cannot die. I do not allow death on my village."
And Polka used her Croatian magic to bring him back on life.
She glowed all bright colours as magic of the power of CROATIA did it's magic work.
"OMGGGG" the person woke up and look at Polka and saw she was Croatian, "FUCK YOU CROATIA I HATE CROATIANS!"
THE GUY WAS SERBIAN HOLY SHIT NO
"Fucking Serb," said Polka, "You are scurge of society."
And so Polka whipped out her gun and shot him.
"You will not insult me ever agains!" Polka screamed and shot up the place.
Suddenly, Serbians ammerged from bushes.
"Fuck off CROATIAN" shotued the Serbs and they chased after her.
"no Sebria," said Polka and she got her machine gun again but there were too many Serbs surrounding her and surley she could not make it?
"fuc ccck" Polka screamed, "I'm ran out of bullets!"
And she ran up tree and all Serbs surrounded the tree.
"Someone, anyone, help meeee," Polka screamed.