The Republic of Convallaria is a titanic, cultured nation, ruled by John Percival with an even hand, and notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, keen interest in outer space, and complete lack of public education. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 19.854 billion Convallarians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of La Reina. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Convallarian economy, worth a remarkable 3,575 trillion Standards a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Information Technology. Average income is an impressive 180,102 Standards, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,214,603 per year while the poor average 9,916, a ratio of 122 to 1.

The country's population is reported with a margin of error of several billions, what citizens give with one hand they take away with the other, local councils have to call in dump trucks to clear parks of dinosaur droppings, and beating enemies to death with a baseball bat is legal if done within nine innings. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Convallaria's national animal is the Silver Falcon, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Non-Existent.

Convallaria is ranked 325,731^st in the world and 23^rd in Markion for Most Compassionate Citizens, scoring 11.48 on the Kitten Softness Rating.