The Republic of Bletvia is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by coming any day now with an even hand, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, suspicion of poets, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 23.771 billion Bletvians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The minute government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Spirituality, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Ricguro. The average income tax rate is 5.8%.

The powerhouse Bletvian economy, worth a remarkable 1,611 trillion Litlets a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Soda Sales industry, with major contributions from Retail, Pizza Delivery, and Information Technology. Average income is 67,806 Litlets, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.3 times as much as the poorest.

The nation is ravaged by daily union strikes, mobile phone masts are being erected all over the country, the children of Bletvia are often remarked upon for their cheery attitude to extreme violence, and Narwal is one of the most popular forenames in Bletvia. Crime, especially youth-related, is a problem. Bletvia's national animal is the narwal, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities, and its national religion is paganism.

Bletvia is ranked 173,568^th in the world and 107^th in New Europe for Highest Food Quality, scoring 13.7 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.