The Borderlands of Treavia is a mammoth, efficient nation, notable for its public floggings, compulsory military service, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.167 billion Treavians are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 66.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Treavian economy, worth a remarkable 1,073 trillion guilders a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, fairly diversified black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 131,475 guilders, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

When their backs are against the walls Treavians look out for gay men, a PhD just ain't what it used to be, a law degree is required before telling people not to drink and drive, and the nation proudly hosts OstraCon to decide who gets free vacations to the Brancaland tundra. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Treavia's national animal is the eagle, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Treavia is ranked 29,060^th in the world and 20^th in Suspicious for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 28,068.17 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.