The United Kingdom of Freviani is a colossal, safe nation, ruled by Countess Doris Yoder with an iron fist, and notable for its museums and concert halls, smutty television, and ubiquitous missile silos. The compassionate, cynical population of 8.931 billion Frevianians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Nolchester. The average income tax rate is 68.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Frevianian economy, worth a remarkable 1,089 trillion Frevis a year, is quite specialized and dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing and Tourism. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 121,942 Frevis, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Public ferries only carry enough lifeboats for the first-class passengers, visitors often mistake the toiletplex at music festivals for the main stage, police officers often head to work wearing onesies and fluffy pink bunny-slippers, and the nation is relieved that all of the recent madness has finally come to an end. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Freviani's national animal is the dovedog, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Freviani is ranked 285,172^nd in the world and 4,008^th in the Pacific for Most Primitive, scoring -441.65 on the Scary Big Number Scale.