The Holy Empire of Fictia is a large, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its compulsory military service, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, democratic, devout population of 75 million Fictians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 51.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Fictian economy, worth 3.48 trillion Nocks a year, is quite specialized and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Basket Weaving, and Furniture Restoration. Average income is 46,395 Nocks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Reflection is vital for badly behaved politicians, police officers often conceal their identities to safeguard against public complaints, the government is promoting multicultural values with the new 'Just Be Nice, OK?' initiative, and frustrated teenage boys are told that if they like it then they should have put a ring on it. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fictia's national animal is the Armadillo, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Fictia is ranked 81,616^th in the world and 3^rd in Renovatio Imperii for Safest, scoring 89.74 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.