The Republic of Fallen Apples is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by His Most Gracious Majesty with a fair hand, and remarkable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, smutty television, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 34.265 billion Fallen Applesians love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, socially-minded, outspoken government is primarily concerned with Education, with Environment, Healthcare, and Administration also on the agenda, while Spirituality receives no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Fallen Apples City. The average income tax rate is 97.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Fallen Applesian economy, worth an astonishing 12,572 trillion cute girl's numbers a year, is quite specialized and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 366,914 cute girl's numbers, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

People invite random old men into their homes to play with their kids, astronauts take one small step for Fallen Apples and one giant step backward from confrontation, physics lessons mostly involve talking about emotional management techniques, and the Messiah (formerly known as Brian) is a mayoral candidate. Crime is totally unknown. Fallen Apples's national animal is the corgi puppy, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Fallen Apples is ranked 129^th in the world and 5^th in Lazarus for Safest, scoring 228.34 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.