The Republic of Brotherland is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Célestine Davin with a fair hand, and remarkable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, public floggings, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 14.749 billion Brotherlandians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Brotherland City. The average income tax rate is 97.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Brotherlandian economy, worth a remarkable 2,254 trillion Songs a year, is highly specialized and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing and Information Technology. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 152,863 Songs, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Brotherlandian watches are often the only thing to survive a disaster intact, standing on a chair to reach a top shelf is seen as evidence of narcissistic personality disorder, the Museum of Blackacrean War Crimes is located on "Blackacre Did Nothing Wrong Avenue", and kids are told they can be whoever they want to be when they grow up. Crime is totally unknown. Brotherland's national animal is the Cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Fratracism.

Brotherland is ranked 169,489^th in the world and 7,780^th in The East Pacific for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 3,668.72 Standard Monetary Units.