The Democratic Republic of Heathera is a tiny, genial nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, irreverence towards religion, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, democratic population of 8 million Heatherans hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 33.9%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Heatheran economy, worth 296 billion Leafes a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Furniture Restoration, and Automobile Manufacturing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 37,071 Leafes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

The government is making attempts at curtailing the flood of spam emails with little progress, sharks are enjoying their deliveries of canned food, businesses are forced to bring all work back within the nation's borders, and candidates make campaign speeches at the funerals of former rivals. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Heathera's national animal is the Gecko, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Heathera is ranked 292,413^th in the world and 3,828^th in the South Pacific for Most Corrupt Governments, with 0.7 kickbacks per hour.