The United Kingdoms of The Lancerian Empire is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Queen-Empress Amelia with a fair hand, and remarkable for its daily referendums, restrictive gun laws, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 21.556 billion Lancerians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Education, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Saint-Cyr. The average income tax rate is 73.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Lancerian economy, worth a remarkable 2,452 trillion Metens a year, is quite specialized and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Tourism and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 113,781 Metens, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Tourists are denied entry because of a distant relative married to a Lilliputian, it ain't easy to be green enough to be imported into The Lancerian Empire, the nation's politicians are acknowledged as the most polite in the region to the dismay of comedians everywhere, and cassocked priests and choirboys believe that what happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Lancerian Empire's national animal is the Percheron Horse, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

The Lancerian Empire is ranked 10,026^th in the world and 478^th in The North Pacific for Safest, scoring 121.22 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.