The Democratic Republic of Pacchia is a mid-sized, genial nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic population of 62 million Pacchians, 59 million of whom are zombies, hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The relatively small, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 15.3%.

The Pacchian economy, worth 8.53 trillion Euros a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Basket Weaving industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Soda Sales, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 46,605 Euros, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

Feuilletons can only be deciphered with a Galliennais dictionary, kids' party bags often contain candy and e-cigarettes, pandemics are over and done with by the time it takes to pass the nation's stringent border security, and the government is spending millions on renovating the public transportation system. Crime is totally unknown. Pacchia's national animal is the Swan, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Pacchia is ranked 73,219^th in the world and 23^rd in Kerbals of the North for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 485.43 on the Clooney Contribution Index.